You Be The Prince And I'll Be The Princess!

MILEYS POV

'I think we went a bit far.'

'Uggh. Nick, we are never doing it on a table again.' I sighed, dipping the sponge I was holding back into the bucket of water. 'This is taking far too long to clean.'

'We should just buy another table.' Nick said, throwing the sponge out the kitchen window.

'Lets.' I agreed, grabbing one end of the table. Nick grabbed the other, and we got it out of the back door, dumping it on the grass. Nick broke the legs from it and pushed it over next to the bins.

'We'll go find a diy store. We need to look around anyway.'

So, that's how we ended up lost, three hours later.

'Just leave it.' I sighed, flopping onto a bench. 'Phone Joe.'

'Or we could walk about a bit more. Its not like its-'

'DON'T SAY IT!' I shouted, putting my hand over his mouth.

'What?'

'Whenever someone says something like 'its not like its raining' it starts to-' queue the water hitting my head- 'rain.'

'You said it.' Nick smirked. I started grinding my jaw, my fringe sticking to my forehead as the cold water hit it.

'Nicholas-'

'Sorry. Sorry. C'mere.' he said, pulling his jacket off and pulling me close to him. He lifted the jacket above our heads, stopping us getting directly hit with rain.

'Lets go back.'

'We'll find our way.'

'We are hopeless with directions.' I coughed, pulling the blanket I had wrapped around me over my head.

'I'm sorry you got sick.' Nick said, taking the blanket from me, snuggling with me and putting the blanket back over us.

'Now you're gonna get sick.' I said, wrapping my arms around him.

'I don't care.' he said firmly, kissing my forehead.

'I love you.' I smiled, kissing his cheek.

'Hey! I want a proper 'I love you' kiss.' he pouted, pointing to his lips.

'You may not care, but I don't wanna get you sick.'

'We share everything else.' he said persistently, cupping my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine.

'Well done, Mr Intelligent. This is your fault.' I sniffed, opening a new tissue box.

'You got sick in the first place.'

'You kissed me when I told you not to.'

'Maybe its slightly my fault.'

I glared at him, hitting him with one of the many empty tissue boxes that littered the room.

'Ok, so it is my fault.' he admitted, coughing. 'But I just wanted to kiss my amazingly hot sex toy.'

'Uggh. Enough with that. I'm not your plaything. I'm a walking, talking, breathing person.' I said, turning away from him. 'I'm actually beginning to doubt the fact that you'd stay with me if I told you no more sex.'

'Whats up with you?' he asked, hugging me from behind.

'I'm pissed at you for getting yourself sick, and I'm also really worried and pissed at both of us.' I admitted, turning to face him and pressing my head against his chest.

'What are you worried about.' he asked, holding me close to him. I shivered as his hand brushed my stomach.

'This probably wont mean anything to you, with you being a guy, but I'm twelve days late.'

'You don't think-'

'Theres every possible chance.' I muttered, falling back onto the bed. Nick lay next to me, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

'This is all my fault.' he muttered, draping his arm over my stomach.

'Don't say that. Its not your fault. It takes two. And anyway, we don't know for sure yet. I might just be late.'

'Don't stress yourself. If you are, y'know, pregnant, you're always gonna have me to help.'

'But what about school? Theres a month left of break. If I am pregnant, it'll be a good first impression. The slut that got pregnant at sixteen.' I muttered, cuddling into his chest.

'If anyone says anything about you I'll beat the living shit out of them.' Nick said firmly, kissing my forehead.

'Before you beat the shit out of anyone, I need to take a urine sample to the clinic and find out if I am pregnant.'

'Its been three days. They should have contacted us by now.' Nick said impatiently, pacing the floor.

'You're more high strung than me. Just be patient.' I said, pulling on his arm. He sat down next to me, his leg bouncing impatiently.

'We need to think who we'll tell first. We need to do my family, and then yours. If you want we can leave out your dad and Louise until a few months.'

'We'll tell them last. If I am.' I decided. The phone went suddenly, causing me to jump. Nick rubbed my arm, calming me down, as he passed me the phone.

'Don't worry.' he whispered, kissing my ear. I put the phone down and grabbed Nick with everything in me.

'Positive.' I muttered, a stray tear rolling down my cheek.

'Whats wrong. Why am I seeing tears?' Nick asked, wiping the tear away.

'Its just, y'know, an awful lot to take in.' I admitted. I wasn't upset, honestly.

'Who first?' he asked, holding the phone up.

'My Mamaw, Aunt Dolly and Tammy and Luke will most likely want to know.' I said, taking the phone and pressing the number in. There was a slight silence then Mamaw picked up.

'Hi, Mamaw.' I said, smiling into the phone.

'Hello, Smiley. I'm so sorry you couldn't come see us this year. We've just finished moving. Tammy and Luke have been so annoying. I'm glad everyone in the family is past the baby stage now.' she said. I could hear Tammy and Luke's voices in the background.

'Um.' I hesitated. 'Not exactly.'

'What do you mean 'not exactly'?'

'Can you get Aunt Dolly to the phone aswell?' I asked, playing with the hem of my t-shirt.

'She's here. What is it?' Mamaw asked, obviously busy doing something else.

'I'm pregnant.' I blurted out, getting it over and done with. There was a really long awkward silence.

'Well, we'd have preferred it not to, but, these things happen.' Aunt Dolly sighed. 'Good luck.'

There was a beep signalling that the call had been cut off. I started shaking slightly and Nick instantly wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

'Lets phone Alison and Chuck.' I said quietly, putting on a fake smile. They hadn't said it outright, but I could tell Mamaw and Aunt Dolly were disappointed.

'I'll call them.' Nick said, taking the phone from my grasp. He dialled the number.

'You can tell them.' I whispered, putting my head in my hands. I didn't really pay attention to the conversation until Nick held the phone up to my ear.

'Miley, that's so great!' Alison screamed. I grimaced, then she stopped screaming.

'Yeah, I guess it is.'

'You seem upset.'

'I'm not. I just- I don't know.' I admitted, putting my head forward. My hair fell over my face in a soft curtain.

'I'm getting the next flight over there.'

'So, we had congratulations from Joe, Frankie, your dad, Alison, Chuck and my mum. I got called a slut by my dad, your mother and Aunt Dolly and Mamaw. That's half and half.' I said, putting the phone back into the holder.

'And Alisons coming out to see you. She said she'd be here tomorrow lunchtime.' Nick reminded me, pulling me onto his lap.

'We need some happy music.' I declared, walking over to the iPod docking station with my iPod secured into it.

'Like what?'

'I dunno. Wham! or something like that.' I shrugged, flicking my way down the song list.

'Have you got Freedom?'

'Mhmm.' I said, tapping the song title with my thumb.

'This is going to be so awesome. Y'know, you and me and our baby. Do you want a boy or girl?'

'I want a boy. I want a famous baseball or soccer player.'

'What if he's gay and doesn't like sports.'

'You shut up. What do you want?'

'I want a girl. Because I wanna be able to spoil My Girl, and my baby girl.' he said, pulling me down next to him on the couch.

'I guess.. Its just plain freakish when a guy spoils his son. Its different if it's a daddys girl. But I still want a boy.'