Chapter 6
Sort of Farewell Concert
Miley woke up early the next morning. She looked over to the part of the bed to see if Oliver was still there, but he wasn't. She decided to get up and get dressed. She then went downstairs to get some breakfast out of the kitchen. Jonas was there to greet her. "What will you have this morning, Ms. Oken?"
"Pancakes, Jonas. Do you know where my husband is Jonas?"
"I believe he said he had some things to take care of in town."
"Okay." Just then, phone rang. "Hello," Miley said.
"Hey, Miley, it's Oliver. Do know of anything we need at the store?"
"Hold on a second." She turns to Jonas. "Anything for the kitchen we need for the store?"
"We need a couple of gallons of milk, three dozen eggs, and a couple heads of lettuce." Miley relayed the information to her husband.
"Thanks, honey, see you in about an hour for your doctor's appointment."
"Okay. Bye, honey." She hung up the phone, and she sat down and ate. About an hour later, Oliver showed up. Miley went outside, and hoped in the vehicle, and Oliver drove off. When they got to the doctor's office, they checked in and sat down.
About half hour after they arrived they heard, "Miley Oken." She and Oliver got up and followed the nurse. She led them to a room, and they went in. The nurse checked Miley's blood pressure and everything. The nurse then said, "Doctor O'Brien will be here in a few minutes."
"Okay," replied Miley. The nurse left, and Miley turned to Oliver. "When we get the chance, do you want to find out whether it is a boy or girl?"
"What do you think?"
"I'd say, let's find out. I've had enough surprises to last me awhile."
"Okay." A few minutes later Doctor O'Brien arrived.
"Hello Miley, Oliver. It is nice to see you again. So you believe that you are pregnant?" Doctor O'Brien delivered Christine.
"Yes, I took the pregnancy test, and it was positive."
"Well, just to make sure, we'll need to test your urine."
"Okay."
"Let me show you to one of our bathroom. Oliver, you can wait here." Miley and Doctor O'Brien left. A few minutes later, Miley returned.
"Doctor O'Brien said it is going be about twenty minutes before they have the results." They sat there and waited. Finally, Doctor O'Brien returned.
"Okay, Mrs. Oken. You are pregnant. We need to bring in an ultrasound to see how far along you are, and figure a due date." With that a nurse brought in an ultrasound. Doctor O'Brien set it up, and then put the reader on Miley's stomach. "Okay, it looks like you are about a month pregnant. So I am predicting it is going to be around May 18th."
"Thank you."
"I'll need to see you in a month for another ultrasound. By then we should be able to tell the gender of the baby."
"Okay, see you in a month." With that, Miley and Oliver walked out. They paid for their visit and then walked out. They got in their car and drove home. Miley went straight for the Hannah closet, to get ready. Her concert was in two hours. Lily and Wendy showed up half an hour later, to change.
"I am still getting used to you living here."
"So am I."
"I tried going to your old Hannah closet."
"Didn't have any luck, did you?"
"Yep." They took time to get dresses, Oliver left. They then went out to the limo. Once they were all in, they drove to the concert. When they arrived they all went backstage and went to Hannah's dressing room. When it was time, Hannah went out onstage. She sang her usual songs including a few new ones.
"Okay, Los Angeles. Before I sing my last song. I have an announcement to make. This will be my last concert for awhile." There is some booing. "I would like to continue, but I have some family matters for which I need to deal with. I will try and return as soon as possible. Now for my final song, 'I Miss You.'" After she was done, she went offstage and went into her dressing room. Everyone is in there waiting to congratulate her. She walks in and says, "I need some time by myself." Everyone left, and then Miley sat down on the couch.
"Hello Ms. Montana," said a voice coming from a dark part of the room. Miley turned to see who had said it. Out of the dark came a girl with long brown hair. She was holding a gun.
"Who are you? What do you want? You better leave, or my security will come in and arrest you."
"Oh, they won't come, if they can't hear us talking."
"Oh. Answer my questions."
"I will not answer the first one yet. The second one is simple. You have some information about my past that can help me."
"How can I know about your past, if I haven't even met you before."
"Don't lie. I know you know something about my past."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Okay, but don't think this is the last time you'll see me. Next time, you better have some answers." With that, she opened up the window and jumped out. Miley ran to the window to see where she had gone, but she couldn't see her anywhere. She went to the door, and told everyone to get inside.
Oliver asked, "What's wrong, honey?"
"Some girl just held me at gun point."
"What," replied Lily! "You've got to be joking. We didn't hear anything."
"The girl did mention that you guys wouldn't be able to hear what is going on in here. And I know why. This room is sound proof. This girl knew that and used it to her advantage."
"Well at least you are okay," said Oliver. "What did she want anyways?"
"She said that I had information about her past. That I knew something that would help her. However, I didn't even know what she was talking about. Let's go home. It has been a very long day." And with that, they went out to the limo and drove off.
Somewhere in Malibu…
Elisabeth was combing her long blonde hair. "I missed my opportunity to get information from you Hannah. If I hadn't been sick I would have been there. I'll get that information out of you next time."
R/N. Here are a few more questions for you to consider. Who was the girl that held Hannah at gunpoint? What information does Hannah have that could help her? Is Hannah and Miley safe anymore? Please R&R. This has been really fun to write. This story is just getting started.
Preview: Chris and Lily's wedding. Miley and Oliver reveal the gender of the baby.