A/N: I know I haven't updated this in a while I know I'm sorry but my computer crashed about five months ago and I had the update for this halfway ready but I lost it. Which I guess was good because the first part was crap and I was starting to get a little bit of writers block. But I got my new laptop for Christmas, so I just sat down one day and typed this all out. I got the name of this chapter from a song off the new Kings of Leon album and I actually had a different title picked out but I really wanted to fit this title in but when I thought about it, it goes really well with something and or someone that appears in this chapter. I hope to have the next chapter done sometime by next month seeing as final exams are coming up in a week, I have elections, and I'm trying to get in a more advanced class for one of my electives so it's a busy month. Enjoy!
Chapter 9
No Money
FOUR WEEKS LATER
"Lilly…"
"Lilly…"
"LILLY"
"What," Lilly grumbled, her mouth full of pillow.
It had been four weeks since Miley had found out she was pregnant, four very long and strenuous weeks. After finding out that Miley was pregnant, with twins no less, Lilly presumed to faint, resulting in some mandatory blood work that showed that she was not pregnant. Which was fine for her seeing as her beautiful wife was pregnant with twin boys, and in case you lost count there would soon be four boys running around their soon-to-be not so spacious home. Four against two weren't great odds for her and Miley. Every night since receiving the glorious news of the pregnancy, Miley had woken Lilly to request some kind of late night favor, usually food, which Lilly didn't mind but it was sometimes unappreciated especially at 3 o' clock in the morning.
"Are you sleeping?"
"No babe I'm always awake at 3:15 in the morning."
"Good. Can you do me a favor?"
"Why not I've got nothing better to do," Lilley grinned sarcastically.
"Can you give me a foot massage?"
"What, no food demands," Lilly asked sitting up in bed.
"No I just want an itty-bitty foot rub," Miley pleaded innocently batting her eyelashes.
"Thank you," Miley smiled as Lilly slid out of bed and went to sit parallel to Miley.
"Where does it hurt babe?"
"Umm, right at the bottom by the heel."
"Right there," Lilly asked as she ground her palms into Miley's feet.
"Oh yeas that feels so good," Miley groaned as Lilly continued her motions.
"I guess those fingers have more use than I thought," Miley winked getting a tired chuckle out of Lilly.
"As long as I can make you feel good baby," Lilly smiled bringing Miley's foot to her mouth giving it a slight kiss on the top.
"You know you've got it good when your wife actually kisses your feet," Miley stated sighing in content.
"I've got a couple other places I want to kiss," Lilly smirked slithering up Miley's body connecting their lips in a heated kiss. Lilly slowly moved to straddle Miley's waist putting her fingers in her wife's hair. Lilly quickly took off her pajama top and slowly slipped her fingers inside of Miley's shirt. Miley soon felt her bra unclasp and put her hands up to push Lilly's shoulders.
"Lilly."
"Oh I think you're going to be screaming that name pretty soon baby," Lilly grinned leaning in to suck on Miley's pulse point.
"Lilly. No Lilly stop," Miley groaned pushing Lilly harder than she expected resulting in the blonde falling off the bed, and then flinched when she heard the cracking of bones.
"Ow. What the hell Miley," Lilly groaned massaging her arm that she had just fallen on.
"Oh Lil I'm so sorry," Miley gasped getting up to help Lilly but was surprised when she suddenly jerked her arm away.
"Lilly?"
"WHAT," Lilly screamed noticing Miley flinch at her sudden outburst.
"Why are you yelling at me? "
"I don't know maybe because you've never pushed me the bed and possibly broken my arm before," Lilly screeched.
"Here let me take you to the hospital," Miley soothed scrambling around to find some clothes.
"No don't worry about it I can take myself."
"Lilly I'm your wife I'm going to take you to the hospital."
"Damn it Miley just leave it alone I'll be fine on my own," Lilly seethed grabbing her shirt and keys of the bedside table.
"Lilly what's your problem," Miley asked chasing Lilly down the spiral staircase.
"I don't know. Maybe the fact that I can't even fucking touch my wife without a limb being broken."
"So this is what this is all about the fact that I don't want to have sex for one night."
"ONE NIGHT, Miley we haven't had sex in three and a half months," Lilly yelled walking out the door.
"Maybe that's because I haven't been in the mood for three and a half months," Miley stated following Lilly out the door.
"Well then why don't I find someone who is in the mood" Lilly screamed as she hopped in her car and sped off at an ungodly fast speed.
"Well it looks like your arm is definitely broken Mrs. Truscott," Dr. O'Ryan stated quizzically starting to put the sling on her arm.
"It doesn't look to bad so if you leave your arm in the sling for the next 3-6 weeks and stay away from strenuous activity you should be fine."
"Gotcha doc," Lilly sighed as she hopped of the medical table.
"So no sexy time for you and the Mrs." he chuckled.
"Yeah well I have a feeling that "sexy time" won't be happening with or without the sling," Lilly mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," Lilly exhaled.
"I'm sure I'll see you in the next month doctor," Lilly grinned receiving a chuckle form the older gentleman that helped her put her jacket on.
"You and your family seem to be paying my paycheck lately," he chuckled.
"Have a good day Mrs. Truscott."
Lilly strolled out of the examination room and walked over to the receptionist desk to sign some of the papers that permitted her to leave.
"What will be your method of transportation," asked the young nurse.
"Excuse me?"
"One of your arms is in a sling we can't permit you to drive by yourself. Would you like me to call someone to come pick you up?"
"Uh sure, you can call my wife," Lilly answered quickly writing down her home number and giving it to the nurse. She then went to sit in one of the waiting chairs next to a tall rugged young man flipping through a magazine.
"Who is she?"
"Excuse me," Lilly asked the curious man next to her who was still occupied in his reading.
"You're having lady problems. I can tell. Who is it, a wife, a girlfriend, a friend with benefits?"
"Wife," Lilly answered.
"What's her name," he asked still flipping through pages.
"Miley."
"What are you and Miley fighting about?"
"I'm sorry I don't know you sir, and I don't mean to sound rude but I don't really feel comfortable expressing my feelings with a stranger."
"I'm Samuel, Samuel Adams, but just Sam for short," he smiled politely setting his magazine down.
"Oh I have a son named Sam, and wait, isn't that the name of a beer?"
"Yes. You know how some parents name their kids after the place they were conceived in? Well my parents named their kids after the alcoholic beverage they were totally wasted on when they drunkenly ravished each other, and my dad's last name was Adams so it just kind of fit perfectly. Which I guess explains my brother Andrew Corona Adams, and my sister Arianna Guinness Adams."
"I'm Lillian. Lillian Truscott, but just Lilly for short," Lilly grinned slightly mocking the young man and sticking her hand out.
"That is a very beautiful name, for a very beautiful woman. Miley must be one lucky lady," Sam grinned connecting his hand with hers.
"Well Lilly Truscott, my name is Dr. Samuel Evan Adams. I have one brother and one sister. I was born in Sydney Australia on June 21st 1981, but moved to Chicago when I was 3. I skipped a few grades because I could read, write, and do long division before I was in kindergarten. My parents died when I was 21, I'm married to a wonderful woman named Sarah. I have two kids, I wish could have more, named Mark, and Maria, a little cliché I know, and I'm a licensed psychiatrist. I think that's enough information to get us off the stranger phase of our relationship. So why don't you tell me about your problem with Miley. I'll give you a session, free of charge."
"Why not," Lilly sighed.
"Well we just found out that we're expecting about a month ago?"
"What are you having?"
"Twin boys," Lilly gushed.
"Congratulation," he grinned motioning for her to continue.
"And we just haven't been having any sex at all lately, and I get that she's uncomfortable but the first time she was pregnant with our second son Jared she wanted sex all the time, and I guess I'm just frustrated."
"Lilly you have to understand that with each pregnancy a woman has, her emotions are on just a huge rollercoaster. Have you ever had children yourself?"
"Yes I had our first son Sam."
"And was that easy for you?"
"No. Not at all."
"Exactly, and Miley's going through what you had to go through times two. She's going through a rough time right now, and honesty I think your being a little selfish with your wants and your needs. It's not about you right now. It's about your wife and your two little guys on the way. You need to cater to her needs, her wants. Whatever she needs you need to be there for her, because if you keep thinking about yourself then that's all your going to have pretty soon."
"I think you're kind of right Sam Adams."
"Think, I know," Sam grinned cockily.
"That's what I'm here for, to cure the insecure minds of the world. Now I just have to find a job."
"Thanks a lot Sam."
"No problem. It's what I do best," he grinned letting a few moments of peaceful silence go by.
"So you're going to have four boys pretty soon," he asked smiling.
"Yeah," Lilly exhaled.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with all of them."
"I would love to have a ton of boys running around my house. Just do all of the dad things you know? Teach them how to play football. Talk to them about girls. Just be there for them," he smiled brightly, but Lilly noticed there was some pain behind his smile. Suddenly his watch started beeping.
"Oh I'm sorry. I must get going. It's my lunch time. It was nice meeting you Lilly Truscott," he stated standing up.
"You to Sam Adams," Lilly smiled standing up and hugging the man.
"Thanks for everything."
"No thank you for the companionship. Good luck with Miley, Jared, the twins, and Sam," he grinned and walked into the hospital elevator.
"Was that Sam Adams," Lilly heard a doctor ask a nurse after she had been seated for a few moments.
"Yeah why do you ask," the nurse stated.
"Oh that poor thing, he used to be this top notch psychiatrist a few years ago. Made tons of money, was close to even owning his own business. Then one night he was on his cell phone driving his wife and kids home when a semi truck hit and totaled their car. He was fine. Came out with a few scratches some bruises, a couple of broken bones, but it killed his wife, and his son. His daughter has been in a coma ever since. After that he lost his job started drinking, went completely broke. He pretty much just stopped living. Everyday he comes here at the exact same time and just sits and talks to people. He sits in the exact same spot, the same chair just sorting out people's problems, and then goes to lunch the same time. Worst part is a couple of months ago we found out his daughter could have a surgery that could help her come out of her coma. She suffered minor brain damage but she could wake up if she had this $450,000 surgery. Problem is he drank, and lost all his money before we found out, and now he could never afford it. It's terrible," he sighed.
"He doesn't have any kind of family to help him pay for the surgery," the nurse asked.
"He lives back and forth between his brother and sister ever since he lost his house, and they spend all their left over money paying the doctor bills for his daughter, and his parents are dead. The bank won't give him a loan because his credit's shot ever since he stopped paying for well everything, and all his property and things were repossessed. It's terrible," he groaned and the nurse agreed before they got up went back to work.
"I'm married to a wonderful woman named Sarah. I have two kids, I wish could have more…"
"I would love to have a ton of boys running around my house…"
"Now I just have to find a job."
"No thank you for the companionship."
All these thoughts ran through her head. Here she was babbling on and on about not getting any to a man who had lost everything important to him. She had a wonderful, pregnant wife at home and two kids that loved her, and she was messing it up with her stupid sexual frustrations. Lilly was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she jumped when she heard Miley, Sam, and Jared call her name.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you," Miley stated looking down at her feet awkwardly and was surprised when Lilly wrapped her in a massive hug.
"Oh I'm so sorry for what I said earlier Miles," Lilly sobbed into her neck.
"Oh Lilly don't cry. I'm not mad at you," Miley soothed sitting her down in a chair and proceeded to occupy the chair next to her wife's.
"No you should be," Lilly exhaled.
"What I said was terrible. I should have considered your feelings a little bit more. I keep forgetting that you're going through something very difficult right now and it's even worse because we're having twins. Please forgive me, and please don't ever leave me. I need you here with me always. I need you, and the kids, and I can't have you guys ever leave me. "
"We're not going anywhere mom," Sam grinned.
"Yeah you're stuck with us," Jared laughed.
"And I would never leave you babe," Miley smiled taking her thumb and whipping some of her loose tears away.
"You and me, we're forever. Rather you like it or not."
"I love you," Lilly smiled giving Miley a small speck on the mouth.
"I love you to," Miley sighed dreamily.
Miley then stood up and started to escort her wife into the elevator when Lilly stopped.
"Hey Miles why don't you and the boys go to the car. I'll be down in just a minute."
"Sure," Miley grinned giving her a full kiss on the lips.
Lilly watched her family go into the elevator, and waited until the doors closed to walk over to the receptionist desk.
"Hi Mrs. Truscott what can I do for you," the nurse asked.
"Hi I'd like to make out a check for one of the patients here so she can have a needed surgery."
"Alright what patient will that check be going to?"
"Maria Adams."
Lilly, Miley, Sam, and Jared were just finishing up dinner when Jared's phone rang signaling that he had a new text message.
"Hey mom can I go over to Keith's house."
"I don't see why not," Lilly shrugged.
"Thanks mom," Jared beamed cleaning his dishes off the table.
"Oh and I'm going on a date with Annabelle tonight," Sam added.
"When are we going to formally meet this Annabelle you always speak of," Miley asked.
"When you guys stop being so embarrassing," Sam stated simply.
"We are not embarrassing. Are we embarrassing Lilly-pad," Miley asked questionably.
"Yeah we're pretty embarrassing baby," Lilly grinned laughing as Miley gave her a long slow kiss.
"Eww and you guys say you're NOT embarrassing," Sam cringed going up the stairs.
Lilly broke the kiss with a laugh.
"You know what this means right," Lilly asked
"What?"
"Both the kids are going to be gone soooooo, we have the house all too ourselves for the night."
"That we do," Miley grinned.
"Any idea what we could do with all that time alone," Lilly asked.
"I think I have a few ideas," Miley smiled rubbing her hand up and down Lilly's thigh.
"Me to," Lilly smirked leaning in to plant light kisses on Miley's neck.
"Why don't I draw you a nice bubble bath, go rent some movies, pop some popcorn, give you that foot massage I flaked out on this morning, and fall asleep in your arms" Lilly asked punctuating every other word with a kiss.
"Oh that sounds heavenly," Miley moaned tilting her head back in ecstasy.
"I thought you were going to suggest sex but I'm exhausted," Miley groaned happily.
"I'm going to go clean the kitchen. Why don't you go relax," Lilly grinned getting up from the table.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you," Miley asked.
"Yes, but I can never hear it enough," Lilly grinned giving Miley a light kiss.
"Sam hurry up I need you to drive me to the movie store before you leave," Lilly yelled up the stairs.
"Aw man," Sam groaned coming down the stairs.
"How come I have to pay for you guys' sexual injuries," he sighed grabbing the keys off the counter.