Jake sat with Miley all night, awake. He couldn't bring himself to fall asleep, and it wasn't about the fact that the hospital chair was less then comfortable.

He sat awake, his hand holding Miley's. He found whenever he wasn't, she was restless, talking in her sleep, attempting to move. When she had the unconsciousness reassurance he was there, she slept soundly, partly in thanks to the strong morphine nurses came in to administer every three hours.

"My God, Miley," He whispered in to the air. "What's happened to our life?"

"Mr. Ryan," The nurse said quietly from the doorway, "You're families asking to see you." Jake looked helplessly at Miley, and the nurse said, "She'll be fine for a while on her own. You wont be far."

Reluctantly, he got up, and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead before going to the waiting room.

Lily, Oliver, and Robbie, had been joined by Jake's own parents, Cory and Christine, and his two sisters. Gina was two years older then Jake at twenty five, and Coleen was twenty, three years younger.

"Well?" Lily asked.

"She's awake...well she was. She's sleeping. She's on pain killers. Broken legs, broken ribs, broken wrist, sprained neck. There's stitches all over her." Jake said, sitting in a chair, placing his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands.

"Uh...Mr. Ryan...there's one more thing to add to that list." The Dr., Dr. Harrison said with pity. "I'm afraid that your wife suffered a miscarriage."

Everyone who had not known about Miley's pregnancy, meaning everyone except Lily and Oliver, gasped.

"I figured that." Jake said quietly. "My God, Miley's going to be crushed. I don't see how she had a hope it was ok...right before the morphine kicked in, she was going to ask." Looking up at the Doctor, he said, "You have to tell her. I can't tell her...not me."

The Dr. nodded. "Of course, Mr. Ryan. I'm sorry for your loss."

Jake nodded in thanks, but looked away.

He felt disgusted with himself, because after being upset, he felt...relieved. Relieved that his wife had had a miscarriage with their first child. And the fact that he wasn't exactly upset that she'd miscarried, but more upset that Miley would be crushed didn't help the guilt factor.

He felt someone hug him. "It's ok, baby," His mother said, stroking his hair, "When the time is right, you and Miley can try again."

"It wasn't even the right time now, mom. I'm not even upset she miscarried, I'm upset because Miley's going to be upset!" Jake snapped.

Everyone was silent, before Christine asked, "Then why was she pregnant?"

Jake paused. He couldn't lie to them. But he didn't want them to think horribly of Miley. "She...she just kept pestering me and I gave in! I don't know!" There, now he was partly blame-able. He hadn't had to give in.

"Figures." Christine muttered. She knew Miley was a piece of work.

"NO!" They all heard the shriek. "WHERE'S JAKE, I WANT JAKE!"

"MRS. RYAN, YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!" They heard the nurse yelling over Miley's shouts.

"JAKE!" The scream was heart breaking. Guilt filled Jake. None of this would've happened if he hadn't left when she'd told him she was pregnant.

None of this wouldn't have happened, if he'd listened to her crying, asking him to to leave.

Getting up, he ran back to her room. He rushed to her bedside, "Miley, baby calm down, I'm right here," He said, taking her uninjured hand in one of his hands, and reaching the other up, wiping tears away. "It's ok."

"You left me again," She sobbed, "You broke your promise again."

"No, baby, I was right out in the hall, in the waiting room with the family." He assured her, pressing kisses to her forehead. "I'm right here, I'm not leaving you, I promise."

"Mrs. Ryan,"Dr. Harrison said form the door. "There's something you need to know." Sighing, he said, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but you suffered a miscarriage. Due to everything that happened...the fetus just couldn't make it."

"It wasn't a fetus! It was a baby!" Miley screamed at him, hysterically. "It was my baby!" She cried.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Jake whispered, holding her close to him as best he could with her injuries.

"I want our baby," She sobbed, burying her face in his chest.

"I know, baby, but our...our baby is gone. It was just supposed to be that way, Miles. When the time is right...we can try again." He said gently.

"I hate him," She sobbed. "I hate him."

"So do I," Jake hissed, "More then anything. Miley," He said, gently pushing her back on to the pillows, "What did he do to you in our room?"

She looked away. "I don't remember." She said.

"Miley," He whispered, "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not. I don't know Jake. I don't remember what happened, and I don't want to talk to police. Just...protect me." She begged. "From them."

He laughed coldly, "The police are getting what's coming to them." He then looked back at her. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"It's not your fault." She whispered. Before he could say anything, she said, "I can't go back there, Jakey." her voice breaking. "I don't want to go back to that house. Can we please...leave LA? Leave..California. I want to go...somewhere quiet." she whispered. "I'm sick of all the noise."

"Of course," Jake whispered, stroking her hair as her eyes fluttered. "We can go anywhere you want," He promised, "We can start over. It's all over now, baby girl. It's going to be ok."

Miley smiled, and tried to say something, but yawned instead, her eyes shutting, "Mountains," she whispered, "Close to heaven," before falling asleep.

He settled on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, stroking her hair as she slept.

'It's all over now...'

He watched Miley fall in to slumber, and knew he'd lied.

This was no where near over.

No, this was just the beginning.

The end!

Sequel will be posted as soon as possible. It will be called, 'The Aftermath' so be on the lookout.

Happy Independence day to all my American readers!

Thanks for reading, and review this one more time please!

-Jen