Oliver held my hair and it continued like this for the next few months. On February we had our baby shower. We had a new high chair and a stroller, a chair for me to feed our baby in, and one thousand onsies, and ten thousand cute clothes that will look cute on a boy or girl. My mom also gave me all of my old dresses from when I was a baby incase the baby was a girl. We went out and bought a crib the next day with a mobile on it. It was perfect and we had the nursery set up just perfect, except we still had to put away all of the toys and teething rings that we got.

The next few months zoomed by, and I started to show. You could tell I was pregnant by the time my wedding rolled around. Miley was showing too, but not quite a bad. The week before everything was rushign passed, and the plans were getting out of hand. Everything was so confusing that, I'm just going to skip to the wedding and save you the time.

The music was going and Miley and I had more questions about being due in a couple of months. Amy looked so cute again her new dress. My dress was flowing, but not the kind that goes on the carpet floor. Neither was Mileys for her wedding. The preist said the same vows Miley and Johnny had used and at ours they threw rice even though it's bad for the birds. Damn birds. They'll all die anyway so I didn't see the point.

Over the next couple weeks home had gotten very boring. Oliver and I found ourselves not knowing what to do.

"Oliver?" I asked.

"Yeah honey?" he asked.

"I have noticed we get bored more easily around here, and I was wondering how we can fix it," I said.

"Okay, got any ideas?" he asked.

"I've thought about maybe getting a dog. I have read articles in magazines, saying that kids who grow up around cats or dogs are less likely to have asthma and breathing problems when they get older. Plus it will keep us busy."

"I don't know. What kind of dog?"

"A labrodor retriever."

"Why a lab?"

"Because they're beautiful and smart, and love kids," I explained.

"I'll check the papers. What color?"

"Not black. My neighbor had a black dog and he got so hot everyday. I felt so bad. I like either really blonde, like white, or chocolate."

"Now about a white dog?"

"Okay then."

Oliver checked the papers everyday for a week. Soon he found someone who was giving him enough information.

"These puppies have their eyes and hips certified so they won't have problems when they are older, and have a certificate stating that they are pure bred."

"Alright how much?"

"three fifty for females and three hundred for males."

"I think we should get a female dog."

"Why?" Oliver asked.

"Because the boy dogs pee on every stinkin tree they find."

"I don't want a walk to last three hours just becuase they have to mark every tree."

"Okay. I'll call him and tell him we're intrested in a female."

"When can we pick one up?" I asked.

"He said they are six weeks so in a week or two they should be ready."

Oliver grabbed the phone and called him back to say we were intrested. I started thinking of names for are puppy.

The next week we went an hour north of Malibu to pick our puppy. We had agreed on the name Lizzie. When we got there she was beautiful. Her white fir shone with the sun, and her tail wagged constantly. She immidiatly came over and sniffed us. When she was done she sat down and wagged her tail.

"We'll take her," I said assuring Oliver she was the one I wanted.

I held her in my lap the entire way home and she looked out the window, curious as can be as to what her new surroundings are.

When we pulled into our house, I showed her the little doggy bed we had bought her. She kept following us into our room though.

"Stay!" Oliver commanded. She'd lay down but as soon as Oliver turned around she would come bounding towards his feet, ready to go where he was going.

"You try to get her to stay there," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Cause you picked her out," he said.

After more failed attempts I finally just sighed.

"Maybe we should let her sleep inside with us," I said.

We set the doggy bed in our room and went to sleep. Two minutes later I felt a thud on my feet, but ignored it. Then I felt someone blow on my face, and a very wet kiss. I turned to see Lizzie standing on the bed.

"Go to sleep Lizzie," I said.

She collasped right there on the bed, and I didn't hear a peep out of her until morning. When I got up, there was nothing chewed up, and she didn't pee or poop in the room, so I gave her a treat and pet her. She immidiatly licked my face as soon as I was in reach of her tongue. She was so cute, but she just couldn't keep her tongue in her mouth.

(A/N: Sorry this chapter is kind of rushed. There was nothing exciting except for the wedding. I already posted about a wedding in the last chapter so I didn't even bother with this one.)