Miley woke at eleven the next morning, Jake's arm's wrapped around her, to find him not sleeping, but watching her sleep.

Her head was resting on his chest, and she looked up, met with his eyes. She jumped. "That's kind of creepy," She said, yawning, sitting up.

He shrugged. "Then call me creep. I love watching you sleep."

"Never knew that before," Miley yawned, looking at the clock. "Do you actually have the day off?"

Jake nodded. "Yes ma'am. I'm allllll yours. And that can be taken sexually or non sexually."

Miley laughed, shaking her head. "What's the longest time we've gone without having sex?"

"The twenty-two years before we got married." Jake said. "Le duh."

Miley lightly hit him, "I mean well we've been married."

"Oh. Um. Three days?"

"I think we should go for four. Starting now!"

He looked at her in horror. "But…You…and me…and I…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He shouted in horror. "You can't ruin the newlyweds ness!" He said.

"I'm getting this feeling you only married me for my body." Miley said, rubbing her chin in though. "That hurts, Jake." She said, looking up at him with a innocent hurt face.

He quickly sat up, and held her closer to him, and kissed the top of her head, "You know that's not true. I love everything about you."

"Aww," Miley said, kissing his lips, "You're so sweet."

He lay back down, and pouted at her until she sighed, and lay back down with him.

After a few minutes of him playing with her hair in silence, she said, "So…how many bedrooms does this house have again?"

"…Five…"

"Hmm, Five. And you and I only need one…and how many offices…or dens…or storage rooms do we really need?" Miley asked, looking at him.

"Well," Jake said, "I've always wanted a den dedicated to every sport I watch…one for our football team, one for the baseball, one for basketball, and one for hockey."

"Oh…" Miley said, "Or, you know, we could turn one in to a nursery?" She suggested.

Jake shut his eyes, and sighed, "Miley, we've talked about this."

"That was then, Jake, this is now." Miley argued.

"We agreed to wait."

"No, Jake, we didn't agree to wait, you didn't give me a choice!" Miley yelled, sitting up.

"I don't want a kid now, Miley, it's not the right time! And since, gee, I don't know, you need me to have the kid, I get to have a say in it too!" He yelled back at her, also sitting up. "If you want a little thing to take care of so badly, I'll get you a puppy!"

"It's not a thing, Leslie, and I don't want a puppy, I want a baby!" Miley shouted.

"No!" He shouted back at her.

She looked down. This was the first time he'd ever outright denied her anything. Even when she'd brought it up before, he'd always been, "Not now, Miley," Never no outright.

When she didn't say anything back, he said, "I've decided, maybe I don't want kids, and you know what, you can't do anything about it because it's my choice too, and you bring it up constantly!"

"I don't bring it up constantly." She murmured quietly.

"Yes you do!" He said getting out of bed, and pulling clothes on, "You've brought it up at least once a month since we were married, and to be honest I'm sick and tired of hearing about it!" Miley was silent, not looking at him, and he angrily sighed, "I'm going out for a while, I'll be back later. Maybe." He said, before walking out of the room.

Don't cry.

Don't. Cry.

If you cry, you won't stop.

Don't. Cry.

After telling her self that for ten minutes, Miley was satisfied it wouldn't happen.

But she was still hurt.

They never fought, and he never walked out on her.

She slowly slid from bed, and in to the bathroom, and after turning the shower, she got in.

Then, when she began to cry, she could convince herself she wasn't really crying, it was just the shower water, getting in her eyes.

After she finally got out almost an hour later, she stood in front of the mirror with her hair in thick wet ropes falling down her back and in her face, her body dripping with the water from the shower as she hadn't bothered to wrap a towel around herself.

She opened the drawer and pulled out pills. She studied them for a while, then, deciding that he didn't really mean it, that he really did want kids. Why wouldn't he want to have a baby with her, if he loved her? He'd be happy once she got pregnant.

And for the twenty-fifth day in a row, Miley Ryan threw the package of her birth control pills back in to the drawer, without taking it.

--

Jake drove around downtown Los Angeles, willing his anger to go away. Only after it did, did he start feeling horrible.

She had every right to bring it up, he supposed, it just bugged him. She wouldn't accept his answer, and kept asking. He didn't get why she needed a baby now. He was perfectly content with just the two of them. There was no room for a baby in his life now, with shooting movie after movie, and he just wasn't ready to give that up. He was happy, and didn't get why she couldn't be happy with the way things were.

To be honest, he'd never been sure he'd wanted kids.

Maybe it was something to consider a few years from now, but not now. He'd like if they could reach their first anniversary before they began reproducing.

He began driving in the direction of home, and got there three hours after he had originally left. Miley's car was gone, and so he went inside, but found no note.

He called her, and she picked up. "What do you want?" She answered, her voice cold.

The annoyed, angry feeling began melting back. "I'd like to know where my wife is." He said sharply. "Sorry if that's a crime."

"Well since you walked out on your wife earlier, your wife doesn't care to tell you," She said.

"I think it's time you came home." Jake said.

"I'll come home when I'm damn good and ready!" Miley shouted at him, before hanging up.

Angrily ending the call, Jake picked up his keys, and left again.

Two could play at that game.

--

When Miley got home from grocery shopping to find the house empty, she put everything away, and then did random things. She gardened, she read, she ate.

Jake didn't come back.

She was sitting out in a lounge chair by the pool, when Charlie ventured around the fence.

"Hey, Miley. You alright, you look down."

She shrugged, and then said bitterly, "Fine."

"You don't seem fine."

"Jake and I got in a fight." She finally said after a long period of silence.

"That's not good…he tore his car outta here pretty fast earlier…you should tell him to be careful, wouldn't want anyone getting hurt."

"I'll tell him when I'm smacking him upside the head for walking out on me." She said. "Thanks for the heads up. Hey, I'm going to go in…I hate bugs. See you later, Charlie." She sighed, then got up, and disappeared in the house.

--

I walked back in to my house, with a sense of satisfaction. It sucked that she was upset, but one: She was pissed at bastard, and two: I'd bought the cameras, I just have to install them now.

Things were suddenly looking up.

--

At nine, Jake still wasn't back. Miley sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, and that's when the phone rang.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Miley…" It was her dad. "I know you don't want to talk to me, but something happened..."

Five minutes later, in tears, she said, "I'll…I'll be there first thing in the morning." She hung up, and then called Jake. He picked up, and said in a smart-ass tone, "What do you want?"

"Jake," Miley whimpered. He thought she was trying to send him in to a guilt trip, so he said,

"I don't want to hear it Miley."

"Come home." She begged. "I need you."

"I'll come home when I'm good and ready," He snapped, before he hung up.

She ended the call, and dropped her phone, sitting back on the couch, and sobbing.

--

It was three hours later that Jake actually got home.

The house was dark, but he saw that Miley'd left the sliding door open, with the screen shut.

Shaking his head, he went in to the living room to close it, to find Miley awake, on the couch, in the dark.

She sat in the center of the sofa, her knees up to her chest, and tears constantly falling from her eyes.

"Why didn't you come home?" She said hoarsely.

"Why are you crying? I told you I'd come home eventually." He said back.

"I called you earlier because I needed you to come home. I didn't want to be alone. And you just hung up on me, after yelling at me." Miley said, letting out a small sob.

"You did the same to me." Jake said, shutting and locking the door.

"I was crying Jake, couldn't you hear me! I was crying and you h-hung up on me!"

"Well why were you crying?" He shot back.

"My dad called." She whispered.

"Yea he seems to make you cry a lot." Jake remarked, heading for the stairs, still mad at her. He was lifting his foot to the bottom step, when Miley opened her mouth again.

She whispered, "He called me because…Jackson…Jackson died."

-Gasp-

What did you think about the begging fluffiness? About the argument Jake and Miley had? About Miley's maneuver with her birth control pills? About their continuing fight? Miley telling Charlie about the fight? Jake hanging up on his crying wife? About the last sentence? What do you think will happen next? Why do you think I had Jackson's death happen?

-Jen