AN: Well, this is the last chapter, and as we found out last time, Melody has a really big mouth. Boy, did it cost them big time...

Chapter Four: Facing Harsh Realities

Robby Ray looked as though he was about to have a major cow. He looked at the teens that were gathered in his kitchen, and his expression changed to that of a neutral response. He did not have an expression for a few minutes, and that scared the hell out of everyone in that house. When he finally spoke, however, he only spoke to Miley.

"Miley, what is Melody talking about?" Robby Ray said in a slow voice, trying to keep his voice level. Everyone then turned to Miley, who quietly gathered her thoughts before speaking.

"Daddy?" Miley said softly. "While we were in Miami, Michael and I had sex." Miley said. Miley almost flinched when she said it, not knowing what Robby Ray's response was going to be.

Silence. He did not say a thing. The only thing that Robby Ray did was walk up the stairs, and went to his room. The door to his room shutting when he closed it.

The five of them only could look at each other as they contemplated what had just happened.

"Well, now that the little episode is over, I better head home, and tell Michael what happened." Melody said, heading towards the door.

"Wait, what are we supposed to do?" Lilly asked her.

"Read, play solitare, I don't know or care!" Melody said. She slammed the front door as she left.

Being a kid like Michael, he is able to sense trouble from a mile away. He sat in his room, and while he was laying on his bed, he jolted off of it suddenly. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed heavily. It is, basically, like you know something bad is going to happen, and you are just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Well, he knew it did when Melody entered his room, a concerned look on her face.

"Okay, what did you do." Michael asked, already knowing what this might be about.

"Well, it seems that I may have accidently told Robby Ray about you and Miley having sex." Melody said in almost a whimper.

Michael closed his eyes, and let out a deep breath. He was right, Melody was going to do something in which he had to kill her.

"Melody. You made things a lot worse. Now I am going to have to kill you, you know that, right?" Michael said in a calm voice.

"I am sorry! Jackson was teasing me, and I just blurt it out! I did not know that Robby Ray was standing there!" Melody tried to say in her defense.

"How did Robby Ray take it?" Michael asked her.

"He didn't. He went to his room, and shut the door." Melody answered.

"So we don't know what mood he might be in. Great." Michael answered.

"What are you going to do now?" Melody asked him.

"Absolutely nothing." Michael answered. "Until I know what type of mood he is in, I am not making a move and risk making things worse."

"Well, that could work, I suppose." Melody answered.

Robby Ray did not know what he should do. His little girl was growing up so fast, and here he was, trying to keep her his little girl for a while longer. He figured that he should be mad at Michael for having sex with her, but to be honest, he knew that he shouldn't. Michael was a unique kid, to be honest, and Robby Ray was glad that Miley was with someone like him. Michael worshiped Miley, and would do anything for her. That is the type of guy that Miley should be with, and she was, so why was he even mad at all?

"Man, I am a piece of work." Robby Ray laughed at himself.

Well, time to go and talk to Michael about this. Boy, this was going to be awkward...

Michael was somewhat surprised to find someone knocking on his front door. He walked down the steps, and saw Robby Ray, and a somewhat frightened Miley with him. Michael sighed, and opened the door, and stepped outside to meet them.

"Okay, I take it that you want to talk to me?" Michael asked him.

"Yeah, I do." Robby Ray said. Then he turned to Miley. "Go inside while I talk to him."

"Okay." Miley wwhispered. She went inside, but grabbed Michael's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before she left.

That left Michael and Robby Ray alone to talk.

"Well, you know why I am here." Robby Ray asked.

"I have an idea as to why." Michael said, looking up towards the window above them, just in time to see Melody dart her head back in the window. Michael sighed, and looked back at Robby Ray.

"I was sitting in my home, thinking about what I should do about this. I was trying to be mad at you, but I really couldn't. I already know about what you have been through, and what you are capable of. I want my daughter to be with someone that she can trust and someone that will love her. I know that is you." Robby Ray said.

"I am that guy." Michael assured him. "Come on, Robby Ray, you known me since I was thirteen. I am not a saint, but that is what makes me a match for Miley. I love her and she loves me for what I am despite my faults. I don't know how much time I have left, so I want to find someone that I can spend the rest of my life with, and that would be Miley."

"I know that you can take care of her, and that is all that I am asking." Robby Ray asked him.

"No worries, I will take care of Miley as long as I am on this earth." Michael said.

Robby Ray gave him a friendly hug, and walked home.

That was easier than I thought. Michael thought, returning to the santuary of his home.

It was late at night, and Michael was asleep in his room. He was happy that there was no real anger from Robby Ray, but now that he knew that Miley was sexually active, there was the concern that she might end up pregnant, of course. Michael knew better, and they were careful the first time that they did it, and they were going to be careful in the future.

Michael felt a soft pair of lips on his, and opened his eyes to see Miley above him. Miley was only dressed in her pajama bottoms, and she came from his bed room window, which was open.

"What are you doing here?" Michael whispered.

"I snuck in." Miley whispered back. "Michael I had to know something. Did you mean it when you said you loved me?"

"Of course." Michael answered, pulling her on his lap. "I worship you. I meant it when I said that I found the one that I want to spend whatever time I have left with."

"I heard that before, and I got hurt when guys lied to me, and I just needed to know." Miley said.

"Miley, I mean it, I am not going anywhere." Michael said.

"What if...you know?" Miley asked, placing her head on his chest.

"Let's cross that bridge when we get to it." Michael said. Miley just sighed contently, and rested against him.

As they laid there, a thought entered Michael's mind.

My god. This is the girl that I want to make my wife...

THE END

AN: See? A short, and sweet little story. Thanks for reading, and I have plenty more in store!