A/N: Okay, here are a few facts to clear things up. I'd write them into this chapter but frankly, I'm too lazy to :]. So… yeah! Miley lost her virginity to Justin. It was while her and Nick were technically still dating but not really, they were on a break. There's going to be a flash back and a lot more detail eventually but it won't be for quite a few chapters. The timeline is sketchy, so bear with me, but this happened probably about two months before Marley was, erm, conceived. Lol. And NO Marley is not Justin's daughter, it's impossible. Another impossibility is the father of Demi's baby being David's. The first time she slept with him was after she thought she was pregnant.

Okay! That should clear everything up hopefully. Let me know if you have any more questions!

Demi's POV-

"David?!"

I bit my lip. I wonder if he can sense my nervousness… I'm terrified out of my fucking mind. What if he doesn't believe me? He's just staring at me, like I'm a ghost or something. I looked down to study the white table cloth—the same color as his pale face. I wonder if Joe's reaction would have been much different?

"Are you… sure?" he looked at me, disbelievingly.

Would I tell you if I wasn't sure!? God!

"I haven't been to the doctor's yet but I'm pretty certain…"

David sighed, looking me in the eye. He looked scared and confused, almost cowardly. Do I really want someone like this to father my child? He finally said the words he was struggling to get out.

"Is it mine?"

Oh God he knows.

"Why would you even say something like that!? Do you think I'm a slut or something!?"

I am a slut. And now here I am trying to convince my boyfriend that I'm pregnant with his baby, while the real father is off marrying the love of his life.

He looked at me, realizing the harshness of his previous words. Little did he know the preciseness of his subtle accusation. As soon as his facial features softened, I knew I had him. David was the type of person that never thought too hard into someone's negative characteristics… It took little convincing, and all he saw was the 'good'. This must be why he's staring at me with the 'I'm so sorry' look of pity in his eyes.

"Demi, I didn't mean it like that… I'm sorry, I just—" he pinched the bridge of his nose. For some reason, I felt anger boiling up inside me. Why didn't I just tell Joe? It could be him who was searching for the correct words of apology, after technically calling me a slut—which I am… He continued, "—you sprang that on me so suddenly, I guess I don't really know what to do."

I need to know that my future is safe. I need to know that this web of deception I'm building to hold me for the rest of my life isn't in vain…

"Are you going to leave me?"

He shook his head, giving me a small smile. "Never, Demi. We made the mistake together, we'll fix it together."

What. The. Hell. Did he just call my child a mistake!? It's not even fucking yours you jackass! As much as I wanted to reach across that table and smack the hell out of him, I refrained. Instead, I put on another fake smile. I ought to be getting used to these by now, I don't foresee any happiness in the near future.

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No POV

Nick sat in the kitchen, watching Miley feed Marley her lunch. Actually, Marley was feeding herself the sticky substance while Miley was standing next to her with a baby wipe handy. It had been a month since the meeting, and the company had been pressuring the brothers for a final decision so they could get right to work on the tour preparation . It was now the end of January, and the tour would run from March until mid June. Nick knew he had to tell her, but he always chickened out at the last minute. Miley turned, smiling at him.

"What's wrong baby? You seem a little distracted…" She cleaned Marley's face, and lifted her up from the high chair. Placing her on her hip, she carried her into the nursery for her afternoon nap while motioning for Nick to follow her.

He followed her through the house, watching her put Marley to sleep from the doorway. "Nothing, I guess. I mean, I've just been pretty stressed with everything that's been going on."

Miley turned out the light and exited the room. Sauntering up to Nick, who was leaning against the doorway still, she gave him a sly grin and lowered her voice. She ran her right index finger down his muscular chest. "I could help you get rid of some of that stress you know…"

He smiled at her, the tiredness showing through his eyes. "Oh yeah? How's that?"

She winked at him, walking away towards their bedroom. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she shrugged. "I have my ways…"

He chuckled, following her into the room and locking the door. She sat down on the bed and then laid back, waiting for him. Nick walked over and climbed on top of her while supporting his weight with his elbows. He placed a soft kiss on her pouty lips, looking at her lovingly. "I love you, Miley."

Smiling, she reached up and stroked his dark curly hair. "I love you too, baby."

She leaned up, trying to kiss him but he abruptly pulled back and shook his head. "I love you, which is why I can't lie to you anymore."

Miley frowned from under him. "You've been lying to me?"

Nick shifted his weight, his hair falling back into his face. "I feel like I have. I kind of feel that not telling you something is just as horrible as lying to your face."

Sighing, she crossed her thin arms. He still towered over her small frame. "What aren't you telling me?"

He rolled off of her, onto the space beside her. She turned to her side, looking at him hesitantly. Nick sighed. "Hollywood Records wants us to go on a tour this spring, for three and half months. It would start in March, until June. They've put out the implication that it's mandatory, absolutely necessary for our success in the industry. It's a chance of a lifetime…"

Nick watched as she looked at him sadly. "But the wedding was supposed to be this spring! Nick you can't just leave for over three months, we need you!"

"But you and Marley can come with us! You know Kevin and Joe wouldn't mind it—"

Miley rose abruptly from her reclined position, sitting upright on the bed and facing him. "I am NOT going to take our daughter on tour Nick! Where the hell do you expect us to live, on the bus!? She needs stability, she needs a home; one that includes both her mother AND her father!"

Nick sighed, torn. "Miles I know that! But you know how important this is to my brothers! They can't do it without me; we're a band!"

Her eyes filled with tears. "Since when did your 'band' become more important than your daughter Nick? Is it even about the band anymore? I'm not stupid. I know this about you getting to relive the dream you gave up when you knocked me up almost three fucking years ago! I guess I just thought you would outlive the regret! I was OBVIOUSLY wrong."

She began to rise from the bed but he jumped up and reached out, pulling her back down to face him. "That's bullshit, Miley. You and I both know I don't regret anything. I just want another chance!" She stayed quiet, and he took this as his chance. "Can't we just postpone the wedding? We'll keep the plans and everything, just make it in the summer when I get back!"

Breaking free from his grasp, she rose up and headed towards the door. "Sure. But you'd sure as hell better pray that Marley and I will still be here when you get back."

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Taylor sighed from where she sat on Joe's lap. He was lying sideways with his feet up on the swinging bench in his backyard. They had been swinging for a while now, just enjoying the silence that she was about to break.

"Joe?"

"Hm?" he opened his eyes and glanced up at her questioningly.

"Why don't you want to tell people we're engaged yet?"

Joe let out a deep breath. He had formulated this bullshitted answer a long time ago. "I just don't want it to get out yet, I like this being our little secret. You know that as soon as one too many people find out, the paparazzi will be all over us. I hate that…"

She nodded in agreement as he closed his eyes back. "It will be nice to have this secret to ourselves."

The comfortable silence continued, until she once again broke it. "Have you talked to Demi lately?"

Joe's eyes shot wide open. "No, why!? Have you!?"

Taylor shook her head, oblivious to his odd behavior. "Nope, not since I told her. But Miley said she's been acting strange lately… I mean, she's been avoiding hanging out with all of us and she's been spending a lot of time with David lately…"

Joe said nothing, so Taylor continued. "I think you should talk to her."

He stared at her like she'd lost her marbles. Opening his mouth to speak, he couldn't find the right words. She cut it, "I mean, I know it's been kind of awkward between the three of us, but come on…. You are her best friend! It's only right you go to her and make sure everything's alright."

Joe shook his head. "I really don't think that's a good idea, Tay."

Taylor rolled her eyes, getting off of him. "I don't care Joe. She needs you, go find out what's wrong with her. In fact, you can go right now, I need to go spend some time in the studio." With that, she walked off leaving a very bewildered Joe behind.

One hour later-

Joe knocked on the door, frustrated. He had rang the bell five times, but no one had answered. He would have given up if it hadn't been for her car in the driveway… She was definitely home, but probably alone. Reaching into the plant on the porch, he found the spare key and unlocked the door.

Demi sat on her bathroom floor, tears streaming down her face. In her hand was the pregnancy test, reading positive. She now finally knew how Miley felt that one day. This was hell. She wouldn't wish this feeling upon her worst enemy. She felt empty, unloved, and insecure. Hearing a knock on the door, she quickly rose up and threw away the test. Flushing the toilet and washing her hands, she threw a few paper towels in the trashcan to cover it up. Opening the door, she saw the very cause of all her problems.

"What the hell could you have to say to me?"

Joe looked at her sadly, noticing she'd been crying. Of course he just didn't know why. "Demi…"

"NO Joe. I don't want to fucking hear anything you have to say. You hurt me. More than anyone ever could. You said you loved me and then you did the UNTHINKABLE. I swear to God I'll never forgive you, not in this lifetime." She pushed past him, trying to escape. She exited her bedroom and went out into the hallway with tears streaming steadily down her face. Joe ran after her, grabbing her arm roughly as she was about to run down the stairs.

"Demi, wait! I'm sorry, okay!? I'm sorry that I hurt you, I never would want that. I'm and idiot and I know it! Words can't express how sorry I am! I LOVE you, and honestly? I'm scared to death. I don't like being vulnerable, I don't like not knowing what to expect!"

"OH SO YOU'RE WILLING TO JUST NOT TRY AT ALL!?"

She struggled to break his grip off of her arm, and he fought to keep it. "No, that's not true, just listen—"

Demi finally wrenched her arm out of his strong grip, shifting her body weight backwards with all of her might. Her foot slipped on the top stair, and she flailed her arms in shock. Losing her balance she tumbled down the staircase.

At that moment, Joe's heart stopped. Especially when he saw the pool of blood forming underneath her legs.

Ack, I didn't want to write that at all =[. It made me sad… :[

Xoxo,

Milana