The next morning found the Ryan's up bright and early. No very pleasantly though.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

JAKE RYAN GET YOUR ASS UP RIGHT NOW, YOU HAVE WORK TO DO!

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

And yes, the clock actually did say that. A gift from Jake's agent, because he never woke to the alarm, and Miley wasn't very keep on making him get up either.

Miley groaned and snuggled closer to Jake, tightening her grip around his torso.

"Just ignore it and it'll stop eventually," She said, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

His fingers trailed slowly up her bare back as he sighed, "I really do have to go though."

He could feel her pout against his neck, before she pulled her face away and whined, "I don't want you too."

"I don't want me to either, but I have to get to set. It's only for a few hours today though," He said, nuzzling her neck, before trailing kisses up to her mouth. "I'll be home around one. I'll bring us lunch on the way home."

Miley sighed. "Fine."

He kissed the top of her head, then waited for her to get off of him, and when she didn't, he looked down at her. "Uh, babe?"

"Mhm?"

"I kind of have to get up."

She groaned, and rolled off of him, pulling the blankets up, making sure she was covered.

"You could always come in the shower with me," He said, moving over her, one hand on either side of her.

She shook her head yawning, "I'm tired, I'm going back to sleep. It's only six forty-five, Jake."

He smiled at her, "Ok then. Enjoy your sleep, I'll see you later."

"Ok," She said, smiling at him. "Gimee kiss." She requested. He complied, and covered her lips with his in a gentle kiss, before pulling away and getting up.

"I love you," H called from the door of the bathroom. She turned over, tucking the blanket under her chin, and said,

"Love you too," Before shutting her eyes.

--

Poor, poor, angel. Being woken up by your husband so early because he has to go be famous, while you are so exhausted. Another way he makes her life a living hell.

I watched from my upstairs in to their master suite, as he rolled over on top of her, (the fat ass is probably crushing her), and spoke to her, before kissing her and getting up.

I saw him turn to her at the door to their bathroom, and I could tell what he said. 'I love you.'

My blood boiled. He was such a liar! No one loved her, only I loved her. No one except me understood her or loved her.

And I would show her that. And if I couldn't, I'd run them out of the neighborhood. Preferably the first option.

I sighed, looking at the clock. I really had to get ready for work.

--

When Jake got out of the shower, he re-entered his and his wife's room, a towel wrapped around his waist.

His gaze immediately flew to her. Her eyes were closed gently, and her form rose and fell as she breathed in her sleep. A few of her long brunette curls that had come out of the ponytail she had them in were framing her face.

She looked like an angel.

He loved watching her sleep.

One look at the clock, though, told him he'd better move it, unless he wanted to be accused of being a sex addict by his co stars and directors and crew…again.

He was late quite often.

He heaved a sigh, and quickly dressed, before leaning over Miley, smoothing his hand over her hair, and pressing his lips gently to hers. She remained asleep, but her mouth formed in to a smile, and she mumbled something incoherent, and he smiled, softly saying, 'I love you,' before grabbing his wallet and keys, and heading off to the set.

--

Miley didn't wake up for a while longer, and just finished dressing after her shower when Jake walked in the house.

"Miles, I'm home!" He called just as she appeared at the top of the stairs.

In jean shorts, and a tank top, her hair up messily, she walked down the steps, and reached up to accept his kiss.

"How was work?" She asked, taking the bag from the Chinese restaurant from his arms.

"We ran one scene about fifty million times. It was torture."

"Aww, my poor baby," Miley cooed, placing the bag on the counter, and turning to face him.

He pouted. "You know what would make it all better?"

"A Band-Aid?"

"No," He said, "Some kisses."

"Oh really?" Miley whispered, before pressing her lips to his neck.

"Yes, really," Jake replied, resting his hands on her lower hips.

She moved, trailing kisses up to his cheek, before finally kissing him on the mouth.

Kissing her back eagerly, he skimmed his fingers up her shirt, as he broke the kiss, kissing down to the sensitive spot on her neck.

She let out a moan, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Jake, maybe we should go u-u-upstAIRS." She said, ending with a little yelp.

"Why?" He mumbled, pulling the tank top over her head, before resuming their kissing, "We're in our house. Let's christen the kitchen." He smirked, and suddenly lifted her up and sat her on top of the counter top, trailing his kisses down to her chest, as her legs locked around his waist, and her hands moved to the hem of his shirt, and his to the clasp of her bra.

--

Work was uneventful. Especially for LA, considering that usually we were crime central.

I got home around one twenty, and was walking to my backyard, to water the plants, when I heard her.

"Oh my God…" I heard her exquisite voice say in a moan, "Oh Jake…"

I then saw the ugliest sight I'd ever seen. My fists clenched. That should be ME. Jeez he makes her fuck him in the kitchen? Cave man.

I have to stop this. I quickly changed out of my uniform, and then decided to pay my new neighbors a visit.

There you go...

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