Hey guys! Second last chapter! Thanks for the reviews!

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Jake's P.O.V

I sat, my hands folded, staring at my son, who was sleeping.

Even if I was watching him, I wasn't seeing him.

I was too busy seeing Miley.

OH man…she was…she was even more lovely than before, which I hadn't thought possible.

But then again, Miley had always been able to do the impossible.

Her eyes…

I was probably the only one who looked beneath their beauty, to see what depth they held. To see the many emotions, built together, and together they reminded me of a cyclone.

I wanted to hold her so much, and kiss away her pain.

I rubbed my eyes wearily, and then let out a quiet sigh.

I finally knew. Everything.

And it SUCKED. My phone started vibrating and I picked it up, wondering who the hell would call me at…12: 01 in the night.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Jake it's Lilly. Look I need you to come over."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"It's Miley. I can't get her to calm down."

Worry immediately started eating at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Mike hit her."

He WHAT?

If one more guy touched her, laid a finger on her or hurt her again…I would do something incredibly stupid and illegal, and I would not regret it, either.

I found myself sighing again.

"Where do you live?"

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I stopped the car, unbuckled myself and climbed out of my car. I then shut it gently, taking my son out. I carried him to the door, and shifted, before ringing the doorbell.

Oliver opened it.

"Hey," he said quietly and stepped back, an obvious invitation for me to come in.

I did, and he closed the door behind me.

"Here, let me take him. You go talk to Miles, you are the only one who could ever calm her down, besides her daddy, but his magic touch ain't working."

I nodded.

I knew I was the man for the job, and I was more than up for it.

"Where is she?" I asked him.

"Upstairs. C'mon." on the way I past the table, where everyone was sitting, weary looking.

-Jackson: he still looked furious, fists clenched

-Lilly: her face was set, and she looked like she was in another land, however, she looked determined.

-Robbie: he had his head in his hands, mumbling under his breath.

I gave a nod to everyone before following Oliver, my legs feeling heavy.

We stopped at the door, and I put my hand upon it, hesitating, biting my lip.

I didn't know what to say, but sometimes that could be a good thing, as it was spoken from the heart.

Oliver gave me an encouraging push and I opened the door.

And gasped.

"She's not here."

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I once again parked my car, and got out quietly.

I saw her standing there, singing softly.

After all these years, she still sounded like an angel.

I knew that this was the only place she would've gone to.

Don't ask me how I knew, but I just did.

It was, after all, OUR spot.

I smiled as I remembered all the times we spent here.

Man, I had missed it all so much.

"Miley." The name rolled of my tongue with natural ease.

She spun around, and my breath caught in my throat.

She was beautiful.

Her long curls fell gracefully down, almost to her waist, and her cerulean eyes were glistening from tears.

"What are you doing here?" she asked sharply.

"You know why I'm here."

She blinked, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She closed her eyes.

"Just go, Jake."

"No." I walked over and placed my hands upon her shoulders.

She tensed.

"You should have told me."

"I…" she turned away. I gently turned her back.

"I would have helped you, Miles. I would have done anything for you. Damn Miles, I loved, no, love you."

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"I know." I whispered back. I allowed my thumbs to run over her smooth soft skin, brushing away the tears.

"You have a child too." She stated.

I nodded.

"I know, and although I regret what I did, I don't regret having him."

"Me too," Miley said, and we both smiled, as understanding swept through us.

And then I saw the bruise.

I cupped her face, and placed my hand over it gently.

She shuddered.

I was angry, once again, but this was not the time to let it show.

"He hit you." I stated.

"Yes. He loves me. I don't. He hates my kid. I left him. I hate him. As well as HIM."

I didn't have to ask who HIM meant.

Cooper.

Now, however, it took all my strength to keep from just getting angry.

Just hearing his name made me want to kill him.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you." I wrapped my arms around her, and, for the very first time in five years, she fell into me.

It felt so good, so right, so…perfect.

We were we belong.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into her ear.

She hugged me tighter,

"I know."

And even though it was all said, we knew, between us, all was forgiven.

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A week past since we talked and made up.

Things have been rocky, but together, we've climbed over them.

Miley…she's seeing a councilor, and after one lesson, she looks and acts happier.

People say it's because of me.

I like to think that, too.

Our children brought us together, together and stronger than ever.

Because if they had never met, me and Miley never would have seen each other, and never would these events that have just happened, occur.

Where our relationship stands?

That will be told in the future. Right now, we are staring from scratch, slowly mending everything that needs to be mended.

The plot of this whole journey. I think it was to know we can overcome anything that's thrown at us, if we work together, and love each other.

By the way, Kayla? I only liked her because she looked like Miley.

But she was like a copy.

Miley was the real thing.

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Awe, he's so dedicated to her!

One more chapter and I might have it up later tonight if ya'll review.

TTFN!