Crap, only now did I realise that the last chapter, nothing was spaced out. Like nothing! That's what I get for my laptop crashing, but it's fixed. So my word is back. Hopefully this works out… :)

Complicated.

Chapter Twelve.

Miley stared at Danielle; Kevin, Joe and Alex had gone out to leave Danielle to talk to her. Danielle stared at the pregnancy test, laying there in between them, on the table. Miley sighed looking down.

"I'm stupid, I know." She whispered.

"No, you're not stupid." Danielle said looking up. "I'm just confused." She explained.

"I was too." Miley admitted.

"Can you explain?" Danielle asked.

Miley sighed, she was tired of feeling sick. Vanessa was right. She did go to clinic, she'd get a call anytime soon with the results. She sighed; it wouldn't hurt to go get another home test right? She smiled getting up, she stared at herself in the mirror, better to change out of her sweats first right? She slipped out of her sweats, slipping on a pair of jeans and keeping her shirt on. Slipping into her vans she tied her hair up and walked out.

She sighed as she grabbed the test, she'd waited long enough. Grabbing it, she turned it over, ready to read it. Her phone rang, jumping, she dropped it on the floor, answering her phone.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Miss Stewart?" The deep voice of the doctor she recognised came through the line.

"Yes?" She replied.

"The tests came out positive. You are indeed three weeks pregnant, would you like to book a scan now beforehand?" The doctor asked.

"N-no. thank you." Miley forced out.

"Well, hopefully, I'll hear from you soon." The doctor replied.

"Yes." Miley said quickly. "Bye." She muttered hanging up.

She walked over to the test, useless now. She turned it over. A little plus sign mocked her, no turning back now.

"Miley, why are you moving away? Why would you leave knowing you were carrying Nick's baby?" Danielle asked.

"Because!" Miley said looking down.

"What! I don't understand." Danielle pleaded.

"I don't want to talk about it." Miley huffed.

"I'm calling Nick." Danielle said standing up.

"Don't!" Miley said stopping her.

"What is it, Miles?" Danielle asked.

"Chris… he has cancer." Miley whispered. "He had a relapse and there's a high possibility he won't make it." Miley mumbled.

"Oh, Miles." Danielle whispered sitting down.

"I don't think that… I don't think that Nick wants to be a father. I think that without Chris, he would've never thought to becoming one and that if I told him this… and then we lost Chris, he'd be so lost." Miley said closing her eyes and fighting back tears.

"Miles…"

"I don't know what to do."

"Are you staying here?"

"I have to! I'll stay here, do the job until I get too far along to work anymore." Miley said. "Then, I'll just… borrow money from my mum until the kids born and then, the kid goes up for adoption." Miley said looking down.

"Adoption! You're getting rid of it." Danielle screamed.

"No! I'm not getting rid of it! I'm doing it a favour!" Miley screamed.

"You're not… you're going to ruin this kids life." Danielle accused.

"I'm saving the kids life!" Miley fought back.

"The kid could end up anywhere Miley! And you won't even care!" Danielle said angrily.

"I care… I care a lot!" Miley screamed tears falling. "But I'm not this kids mother, I will never be this kids mother!" Miley screamed. "This child deserves a family, I can't give it that! Nick can't give it that!" Miley fought.

"You're heartless." Danielle said glaring at her. "You are the most selfish person I have ever met." She hissed.

"I'm trying to do the right thing!" Miley screamed.

"You're being an idiot about this!" Danielle laughed.

"I can't do anything right with you can I?" Miley said.

"When you give this kid away, you're going to feel guilt for the rest of your life." Danielle said. "This is not only your kid, this is Nicks too…and Chris'!" Danielle screamed. "You're taking that away from them." She glared at Miley.

"Stop." Miley said. "Just stop!"

"Why? I'm being truthful!" Danielle said. "I know what's best."

"It's not your baby! Heck, it's not even mine!" Miley screamed closing her eyes tightly.

"This is your baby, Miley! Heck, you're carrying it inside you for the next nine months!" Danielle screamed.

"Get out." Miley hissed. "Get out!" She screamed.

"Gosh, Miles… I'm helping you." Danielle called out. "You will regret this for the rest of your life. The minute you set eyes on this baby, you'll love it. I promise." Danielle whispered, her voice cracking.

"No." Miley said. "No… you don't know anything." Miley whispered.

"I know what it feels like…" Danielle started. "To be scared, to have the responsibility of someone else's life but things get less scary!" Danielle said trying to reassure her.

"You're giving me a headache." Miley said walking into the next room, which was empty.

"You can't run away from this." Danielle accused following her.

"I can!" Miley said turning away.

Danielle grabbed her arm, spinning her around. "This kid is going to grow up not knowing who it's real parents are… and eventually this kid, he or she will find out that it was placed with a family that loved and cared for it or hated and mistreated it – all because it's motherit's own motherwas too much of a selfish,heartlessbitchto love it and care for it herself. Like every mother should." Danielle screamed.

Miley took a deep breath, everything was spinning. She was selfish. She was heartless. She was evil. A bitch. A terrible person… a terrible mother. Everything went dark.

"Miley!" Danielle screamed out.

…

Danielle sighed as she sat in the waiting room. She'd just finished getting off the phone and everyone was on their way. Miley had passed out, and she was taken into the hospital. She hadn't woken up yet, but the doctors had reassured Danielle… soon.

Soon. What the hell did that mean? Soon could be in a second. In a minute, a month even! Danielle knew one thing… she was guilty. She didn't want to be mean, or to be a bad person. But someone had to tell Miley the truth. The truth that sometime in the near future, Miley would regret giving her child away, she would regret missing her child's first steps, first words, first crush, first love… she would miss out on her first child.

Danielle felt the guilt eating at her, chewing up her insides and spitting them back out. She nibbled on her lips, her hand wrapping tightly around the foam cup her coffee was in. It wasn't hot anymore, not that Danielle noticed. She was blanked out, just staring at the wall. The guilt was mocking her, chasing her around and around.

She looked up as she felt someone sit beside a her. The woman looked down at her, she was fairly older then her. Maybe in her late thirties or early forties. She looked down at Danielle, smiling weakly.

"You look nervous." She said starting conversation.

Danielle swallowed the lump in her throat, the lump that was growing larger and larger. Every time she swallowed it'd come right back, this time twice as large as before. Danielle sipped her drink, forcing the lump down.

"Yeah…" She breathed out.

The lady nodded.

"What are you waiting for?" She asked.

Danielle bit her lip, she only now noticed that her hand was shaking. And that there were tears in her eyes. And that she wasn't thirsty.

"A friend." Danielle whispered.

The lady looked down at Danielle, "Hospitals are scary, huh? You never know what's going to happen…" She said.

Somehow, that didn't make Danielle feel any better. In fact, it just satisfied the guilt, making the guilt have more energy to bite at Danielle, to consume her. And Danielle was pretty sure the guilt was winning now.

"No." Danielle replied.

"You're friend will be fine." The lady said. "I know it." Her eyes gleamed.

Danielle sipped her drink. Lump, lump, lump… the lump was back.

"My husband, his had a stroke." The lady whispered. "He isn't going to make it, but his still breathing, his hearts still pumping – his still fighting. And every time I talk to him, his heart rate goes twice as fast… just proves he loves me just as much as I love him." The lady whispered.

Danielle closed her eyes, Kevin. God, did she love him.

"I know the feeling." Danielle replied.

Kevin rushed into the waiting room, holding a sleeping Alex, Joe at his tail.

"Danielle! What happened?" He asked setting Alex down next to her. He looked down at her, checking her over. Finding no signs of anything wrong with her, he frowned. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Danielle closed her eyes, "Miley… she passed out." She whispered. "Gosh, she hasn't woken up yet. There's no sign of her waking up any time soon, she looks lifeless." Danielle whispered.

"Oh…" Kevin whispered. Closing his eyes.

"What happened?" Joe asked.

"We were talking… I was shouting and she looked exhausted. And I was yelling and screaming and then – she just fell." Danielle whispered. The guilt was back. The lump was back. The tears were back. "I feel terrible." She said sobbing.

"Honey, all we can do is wait." Kevin whispered taking her hand.

And that's what they would do. Wait…

…

This story should be ending by Christmas/New Years. Around that time. I reckon, twelve – fifteen more chapters and that will be the time around that when it ends. I think I'm really excited to end it. But at the same time, really sad. After it's ended, I'll focus on re-writing my story Cold as You. So, for those people who read that, I'm working on re-writing it with a better plot… one I can actually finish! And after Cold as You, I'll hopefully start a collab story. So keep me on Author Alert, yeah?

Until next time…

Jasmine.