Lol, none of you guys guessed who it was. HAPPY NEW YEARS! 2011 baby! Late night writing sessions result in a late night update xD Sorry for the wait. This chapter contains a lot of bonding between Miley and two other peoples. :) Hope you like...!
"W-what are y-you doing here?" Miley stuttered with venom seeping deep within her voice as she stared hard at the person before her. She wrapped her arms around herself, almost as if to protect herself from the person she felt she no longer knew.
"Mi-"
"I don't wanna talk to you Brandi!" she cried, throwing her arms out to her side. Yes, it was indeed her sister. "You left me when I needed you the most, you have no right to be here," she emphasized the 'no'. Her eyes were growing darker by the second, probably to hide her emotions; how she was feeling deep down.
Brandi took a step closer; Miley took a step back. "But M-"
"No! No buts Brandi, I don't wanna speak to you!" she screamed, storming past her sister and her parents that were a couple of feet away from them, running up the stairs and into her room with the best of her ability.
If she thought her night had been a disaster after stopping her date with Nick, it had definitely gotten a million times worse seeing her sister for the first time in nearly 5 months. Why had she suddenly decided to come back out of the blue? She wondered. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle this at all.
After reaching her bed, she reached out and grabbed her cell phone off of the bed side table, cutting it off before returning it back to its place. She didn't wanna speak to anyone, especially not Nick.
Eventually, the whole situation really caught up to her and she broke down. It was just too much of a surprise and all she wanted to do at the moment was fall into a comfortable sleep. So wiping me extremely moist cheeks, Miley snuggled her head into her pillow and closed her eyes. But, only a few minutes later, she realized she wasn't gonna get any sleep, not when she was wearing what she was.
She groaned softly, her body feeling too limp and tired to get up and changed. She could barely keep her eyes open, yet she was unable to sleep.
Upon hearing a knock at her bedroom door, she adjusted herself off her back and onto her left side and stared at the dark door. She figured (and hoped) by her being silent, the one knocking would get a clue and not bother her. But, unfortunately for her, that wasn't the case.
"Miley..." It was as if she had no control of her options because immediately, a smile rose onto her face. The 5-year-old boy had peeked inside of the room and was looking at his aunt with big eyes.
"Hey Dylan..." was all the brunette was able to utter before the child came running into the room, his grin mirroring the teen on the bed. The bed bounced a little and sunk in when his body dropped on it.
Without warning, Dylan threw his arms around Miley, digging his head into her chest with difficulty, considering Miley's fairly large stomach. "I missed you, auntie Miley."
Miley smiled some more, bringing her arms around her nephew also. "I missed you too, Dylan."
The pair stayed like that for a couple of minutes and in that time, Miley let Dylan's soft breathing calm her. She was quite thankful that he had came into her room. She really had missed her and she felt that he was the only one who wouldn't judge her or hurt her.
She looked down and moved her hand, gently stroking the child's sandy blond hair. Then suddenly, the boy abruptly leaned back; just enough to overlook his aunt's body.
"Auntie Miley, why is your stomach so big?" Dylan questioned curiously, looking up at Miley with wide, innocent eyes. Miley let out sigh. She almost felt envious of the boy. He had virtually no worries and was just clueless. But she quickly ignored that feeling and answered his wondering.
"There's a baby in there," the brunette placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed it while answering Dylan's question.
"Really?" Dylan further inquired incredulously. He couldn't take his eyes off her belly, not believing what he was hearing.
Miley grinned softly and fought off a laugh. She nodded, "Yeah, your cousin." Miley watched as Dylan's face contorted in confusion, making her giggle.
"Cousin?" Before Miley could say something, he continued. "Is it a boy or a girl?" excitedly, he eagerly asked, a smile gracing his young face.
Miley broke her and Dylan gaze and glanced down a her hand which rested on her stomach. "It's a boy."
Immediately, an even greater grin broke out on Dylan's face. "Really? We can be best friends!" Miley nodded and embraced her nephew so he was snuggling into her side. She released a few deep sighs and let her eyelids droop close and soon, she was engulfed into a deep slumber.
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It was around 5 am when the pregnant teen woke up from her peaceful sleep. She resisted the urge to groan upon feeling the discomfort all around her. She realized Dylan was still lying on her and at first it didn't bother her, but it now was. She didn't wanna wake him up, so she slowly moved to her right also while adjusting the sleeping child's head so it was resting on a pillow and not her sore tummy.
Letting her bare feet his the carpet of her room, she extended her arms, stretching. After releasing the tightness of her muscles, she dropped her hands to her side and looked down while sighing deeply. She attempted to wipe the sleep out of her eyes but didn't really succeed and finally gained enough energy to make her way to the bathroom. She made sure to grab some sweats on the way there.
By the time Miley departed her bathroom, her damp hair was in a tight pony tail, her white shirt was hanging loosely over her stomach and she wore a pair of gray sweatpants. She took in the fact that her nephew that was once resting on her bed was no longer there.
Huffing in confusion, Miley left her room and made her way downstairs and into the kitchen, hoping to fulfill her sudden hunger.
"Hey sweetheart," Miley heard someone greet her. In surprise, she looked up, coming face to face with her mom.
"Oh, her mom," she greeted back, giving her a small smile before making her way over to the fridge to get down some cereal from the top of it. She didn't even bother wondering why her mom was up as early as she was.
"I put Dylan in his mom's room while you were in the shower," Miley's mom told her basically the obvious as she sipped her coffee at the table. "I hope he wasn't a bother." Tish's eyes followed her daughters slow movements, making note in her downed demeanor.
"He wasn't," Miley responded truthfully, fixing her bowl of honey nut Cheerios and held it in her hand as she sat at the table across from her mom. Miley kept her eyes downcast as she ate.
"What's the matter, Miles?" Tish was honestly worried about her daughter. She hadn't seen her daughter that sad since the last time her and Nick weren't speaking. She knew Miley well enough to know that she was trying her best to avoid any type of conversation that would lead to telling anyone how she was feeling. To the mother's surprise though, Miley almost instantly responded.
"I'm so confused, mom. I don't know what to do," Miley was on the verge of tears after uttering those few words. She had no clue what came over her, but she suddenly felt so many emotions at one time. She just wanted to be held.
Tish rushed to her daughter's side, quickly embracing her. She took it upon herself to relocate herself and the crying teen to the more comfortable area of the living room. They both took a seat on the couch and Miley was once again in her mother's arms.
On the way into the living room, Tish had noticed a calendar on the wall, remembering that it was a Monday and Miley had school. However, at that moment, she wasn't so sure if it would be the best decision to let Miley go; so she quickly decided she wasn't going to. Not with Miley's current condition.
Tish stroked her Miley's still slightly damp locks, letting her calm down enough to form a coherent sentence.
"I'm sorry."
"No, hush," the mother quieted her daughter's apologies, "you have nothing to be sorry about Miles, it's fine, it's just a shirt." Miley nodded and hugged her mom tighter, appreciating the warm embrace and her mom's consideration. She missed the moment's she and her mom had together.
"Do you wanna talk about it now?"
Giving a nod of agreement, Miley loosened her grip on her mom and sat up straight, contemplating what to speak on first.
"I wanna know why Brandi's here..." Miley looked at her mom and Tish frowned in guilt. Tish was one of the main reasons that Brandi had returned but she was still her daughter, she loved her and wanted her back. However, she understood why Miley was so upset with her sister.
"Mile, she's your sist-"
"But she left me!" Miley interrupted her, shaking her head. She turned her head to look at her mom. "She left me when I needed her. Without any warning. What kind of 'sister' does that?"
Tish rubbed Miley's tense back. "She's sorry."
Miley scoffed. "Of course she's sorry, 5 months too late..." she paused, with a thoughtful look adoring her face. "Or is it 5 months too early?"
Tish sighed at her daughter's words, feeling for her, knowing that she was hurting on the inside, but was refusing to let it show. She hated when Miley did that to herself, but she was stubborn. She didn't think there was anything left for her to say, her daughter's were just gonna have to figure it out themselves.
"So, what happened with Nick?"
Miley almost laughed, and she would have, if it wasn't for what actually had happened the night before. For a moment, she was able to get her mind off of her boyfriend. Off her problems in general but she had the time right then and there to let out her feelings. She needed that.
The brunette looked down at her fingers as she fiddled with them, thinking back to their date. "Well, the night started off great. He took me to the football field because that's when we had became kinda sorta friends but then..." Miley trailed off but found herself continuing when her mom urged her on. "..but then he asked me why I did the fact that we...slept together and I just got upset and demanded he bring me home. I felt like he was accusing me and I don't even know how, I just-I guess I...overreacted.." she concluded and immediately felt embarrassed, realizing just how unfair she had been to Nick.
By Miley's expression, her mother could tell what she was thinking. "Don't stress yourself. You might've overreacted but I'm sure he didn't take it to hard, I bet he's more worried about you than anything," Tish gave the stressing Miley a reassuring smile.
Miley nodded but sighed nonetheless. "I just feel bad. I know we both just wanna get over what happened and if we have to talk about then so be it. I don't wanna have to worry about anything else but this baby." She patted her stomach with a smile that her mom also had on her face. She couldn't help but be proud of her daughter.
"You're going to be a good mom, Miles." She hugged Miley tightly.
Miley laughed loudly, happy with her mom's words. "Thanks mommy."
"You're welcome, baby girl."
Miley glanced up at the clock on the wall, "I gotta get ready for school." Just as she was about to get up, she found herself being pulled right back down.
"Oh no, you're staying here young lady."
"What? Miley was confused.
"Do you really think she can handle going to school today Miles?" the mother shot Miley a pointed look. If Miley was honest, the thought of school had slipped her mind and she hadn't been up for it when she had remembered it, but now she wanted nothing more than to see Nick and talk with him.
"I need to see Nick. Momma, please?" she pleased with puppy eyes.
Tish fought a smile and sighed. "Fine, but please stay calm today. I don't need anymore tears coming from you," she ordered, getting a nod from her daughter in return. She removed her arms and let Miley get up.
Just as Miley was about to leave the room, she turned back. "I love you, mom."
Tish smiled. "I love you too."
Aw, wasn't that sweet? xD If there's any mistakes, I'm really sorry, I didn't really check. Please review. Hope you all had a great Christmas, New Years and hope you have have a wonderful 2011! :D loooveee you guyssss.