OLIVER'S POV:

I woke up with a jump. I opened my eyes to see things flying around my room.

"What the hell?" I asked. I looked up and Lydia was throwing stuff all around the room. I jumped up and grabbed her hands. (A/n: sound familiar?)

"Calm down Lydia!" She shot me a glare. She slapped my hands away and said,

"Don't touch me Oliver Oken! I'm mad at you right now!" I stepped back and she burst into tears suddenly. That was odd. Was threw herself on the floor and said,

"I'm fat!" I rolled my eyes.

"Lydia, you are not fat. You are pregnant." She cried harder and said,

"I'm a watermelon! Look at this!" She lifted her shirt over her pregnant stomach. "I'm a monster!" I helped her up and held her (well as close as her stomach would allow) She sobbed into my shirt before jumping away and saying,

"Thanks for listening Oliver. You're really great. I'm going down to get some mustard cookies." She clattered down the stairs and I heard her Dad scream,

"Don't slip Lydia!" I could imagine her rolling her eyes. These hormones were driving me crazy. Who could I talk too about it? Hmm…My Dad? No, he kicked me out of the house (which is why I'm at Lydia's) Lydia's Dad? No he will say something like, 'You should have thought about that before you knocked my daughter up.' So who else did I know who was a Father? The answer came suddenly to me. Mr. Stewart. Besides, it was about time I visited him. After his public breakdown in front of the record store, I had been very hesitant to go talk to him.

"Lydia?" I called down stairs.

No answer. I sighed and walked down the stairs. She was eating, true to her word, chocolate chunk cookies with mustard on the front.

"Hmm?" She asked with her mouth full. I gagged and said,

"I'm going to see Mr. Stewart all right?" She furrowed her brow in concentration.

"Isn't he the country singer Lilly introduced me too?" I nodded and she shooed me off. She stopped me halfway through the door,

"Get me some dill pickle chips and rocky road ice cream okay?" I nodded while trying to hold down my dinner from last night. I ran out of the door before she could yell at me for something pointless like my shoelaces being untied. I could here her voice echoing in my ears, "OLIVER OSCAR OKEN! Tie those shoelaces! What would I do if you fell down on the side walk and split your head open like a watermelon? Then I would have to raise Emily Eve all by myself! So get your little self down there and tie that shoelace" I quickened my pace, eager to find out how to deal with this craziness. As I approached the familiar house, I noticed a taxi driving away from the house. Dismissing it, I walked up to the familiar French doors. There I saw a sight I thought I would never see again. Miley holding hands with Jake Ryan. Of course, at the time she looked like Hope Ryan. But I knew it was her the way she just fit in with the house and the people in it. I knocked on the door.

"Guess Who?" She spun around and smiled when her eyes landed on me. (A/n: Gold stars to those who guessed it!)

MILEY'S POV:

I smiled as my eyes landed on Oliver Oken. His appearance took my back. He looked so much older than a few months before. But his eyes omitted the same beautiful glow mine did. Love. I wondered where he had found it and more importantly, if he was happy. I rushed forward and hugged him. After he recovered from the surprise of me hurdling myself in his arms, he hugged back. Jake and Dad were watching with smiles and I knew I was grinning ear to ear. We broke apart and sat across from each other in the living room, shortly followed by Jake and Dad and Jackson.

"How did you know I was back already?" I asked. His happy expression turned to worried.

"I, um, actually came to ask Mr. Stewart something."

"Ok, he's right there." I replied with a smile. My smiled faltered when I saw Dad, Jackson, and Oliver exchange looks.

"What?" I asked. Oliver shifted awkwardly and said,

"Miley, we need to talk." I nodded and picked up my phone.

"Ok, let me call Lilly first." He gently took away the receiver and said,

"No we need to talk…privately." He sent looks to everyone else. Dad coughed awkwardly.

"Oh, well I have to go work on a new song!" He ran off. Jackson said,

"I have to go do Rico's math homework." I shot him a confused look and he said,

"Don't ask." We both looked at Jake. He smiled and said,

"I'm leaving because I'm getting forced out of the room." He kissed my cheek as he walked off, as if to say 'She's my girl. Back off' I thought it was stupid he was threatened by Oliver…but in the back of my mind something told me it wasn't that stupid of an idea. The thought made me fell guilty. I pushed it away for now. Oliver was the first one to talk.

"Things have changed." I raised my eyebrows.

"How so?" He looked at his hands and suddenly a very pregnant girl burst through the door. Oliver jumped up and said,

"Miley, this is my wife Lydia. Lydia, this is my best friend." All the sudden I felt dizzy. I leaned against the couch holding my head. I felt Lydia sit beside me. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Good, a normal person for a change. Listen, can you tell me if my socks match? I haven't been able to see them in forever." I glanced down to see a Halloween sock and an Easter sock. I shook my head sadly.

"Dammit!" She screamed. Oliver sat down beside us and said,

"Miley are you okay?" I nodded and said,

"So…you knocked up Lydia and now you are married?" He nodded and said,

"Yeah….that's about it." I shook my head and said,

"Do you love her?" Lydia was watching the conversation without interest. She was more interested on the pie and turkey sitting on the kitchen table. Oliver smiled slightly,

"Yeah, I do. A lot." I smiled. Even though the thought was killing me, if he was happy…I was too. I said,

"Then good. And Lydia, I'll set out your whole month of matching socks if you want." She smiled and said,

"That would be awesome! Thank you…Miley is it?" I nodded and Oliver pulled me to the side.

"Do you love him?" He asked. Motioning toward Jake who was currently outside talking to Dad. I smiled and said,

"More than I ever thought I could." He smiled as if that was enough. We looked into each others eyes and silently had a conversation. We both knew some time way back; we could have had each other. But, it was too late. Too many things had changed. Not only were times and conditions different; we were different. They say after a man gets back from war, they are completely different people. We had just got back from war. War with our feelings, emotions, hearts, pain, and just being strong enough to make it through. I was no longer Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana the innocent 16 year old he loved so much. I was Miley Stewart/Hope Ryan the 16 year old that had seen enough to be 60. He wasn't just cute and silly Oliver Oken that I loved so much. He was mature and responsible Oliver Oken, the future Daddy. We didn't match anymore. I saw the pride in his eyes when his child kicked in Lydia's stomach. He would grin like an idiot and fell it before saying, "That's my girl!!" We both knew we were happy now, and that's all we needed.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled at him. He smiled back and said,

"Come on, lets go save Jake from your Dad." We walked out to the patio.

"-And formally, while we are on this subject, if you think you are just going to marry my daughter so you can 'get some' you better rethink that because I'll shot you without a second thought and you just better-

"DADDY!" I screamed. He jumped and said,

"Hi sweetheart, I was just, uhhh….Talking with Jake here."

"Oh I heard your 'talk' alright. What did I tell you about harassing my boyfriends?" I asked. He put his head down.

"Sorry." I nodded my head curtly and Oliver and Jackson were in silent fits of laughter. It appeared Jackson had just said something really funny….most likely about me and Jake. I glared and said,

"I'm back for less than and hour and your already picking on me?" Jackson just laughed and Jake looked clueless.

"Oh tell me the joke!" Jackson and Oliver exchanged looks and nodded. I quickly stood up and said,

"You know what; I don't want to hear this." Dad stood up too.

"Me neither." He ran out of the room, but the joke had me curious. Jackson leaned over and whispered it in Jake's ear. When it was over, Jake had his cheeks sucked in, trying not to laugh. He hit Jackson's shoulder.

"That's not funny guys. You guys are sick." They just laughed and Jake was trying not to. But, Oliver has a funny laugh. He busted out laughing and the three laughed.

"Hey! Tell me!" I said. Jake just shook his head and said,

"Its better if you don't hear it."

"But if it has something to do with me I have every right to hear it!" I screamed. Jake shook his head again and said,

"You would kill your brother." They walked into the other room with me following saying, "Tell me!" over and over again. When we got in the house, Dad was sitting at the table talking on the phone.

"That's great Bobbie Ray! Okay! See you then! Okay tell her I said the same..okay..bye." Dad hung up the phone and turned around with a grin.

"Miley! Guess what! Your uncle and aunt and cousin are coming for Christmas!" I smiled. "Really, which ones?" I wasn't sure who because Dad had 9 other brothers and sisters. He smiled even wider.

"Your uncle Bobbie Ray and his family." Then his smile vanished. Oh no…

"And the princess of darkness." Jackson said as he shared Lydia's cheese covered cheery pie. I froze, as did Jake. Dad seemed to notice the tension,

"Come on Miles; put the silly childhood disagreements behind you! She's grown, you've grown! You're a lot alike!" He didn't understand. He wasn't there when she came with Luke to try and kill me.

"I'm nothing like that ugly, evil, witch!" I screeched. He smiled and said,

"Oh yes you are. You have a fiancé, she has a fiancé!!" This brought more problems.

"Fiancé?" I asked. He nodded.

"She's bringing him with her to meet us! He was so eager to meet us! Especially you Miles!"

"I'm sure he was." Jake and I muttered. This was bad…