Miley awoke a couple of hours later to an empty room, groaning to herself. Through her still sleep hazed eyes, she could read the clock beside her that said it was nearly 7 in the evening. She didn't worry about where she was, she hadn't forgotten the fact that she'd fallen asleep in her boyfriend's arms a few hours before.

She yawned and sat up, stretching out her arms above her, feeling her tense muscles relax. She let her arms drop back down to her side with a soft thud as she contemplated her next move; whether or not she should go downstairs where she could clearly hear loud chattering.

But, thankfully for her, the closed bedroom door creaked open and in came Vanessa. It wasn't who'd she expected but she was still glad someone had came in and she wouldn't have to make a decision.

"Hey sleepyhead," the 18-year-old giggled coming into the room to take a seat next to he friend.

Miley tried her best to make her bedhead look somewhat presentable as she rolled her gray eyes, ignoring her best friend's comment. "Hey Ness, what's going on downstairs?"

Vanessa clapped her hands together, eying her friend. "We're getting ready to have dinner if you wanna come down. But really, what choice do you have?" she joked.

Miley shrugged. "None, I guess." She wasn't really in the mood for joking or laughing or anything that involved being happy. Being that she was crying hours later, she didn't feel all that well.

Sensing Miley's blue mood, Vanessa let go of her playful behavior, her smile dropping right off of her face. "Okay, well, you can go in the bathroom and wipe off your face before we go downstairs," she offered.

"I'll go do that." The brunette using her arms to do so, she pushed herself off of the bed. Silently, she went into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door behind her. She proceeded to first and foremost, use the bathroom and then washed her face as had been suggested.

She saw how bad she look and just how upset she did. She realized how worried she had probably made Vanessa. She just wasn't in a good mood and now she felt a little nervous seeing as she had to go and have dinner with Nick's family. It had been a while since she last had and she didn't know what kind of conversations would arise.

"Vanessa, can I borrow a shirt? I don't wanna wear this sweatshirt downstairs." Miley peaked her head outside of the bathroom door and waited for the shirt Vanessa agreed to lend her.

"Hopefully you can fit this." Vanessa handed her a black t-shirt that Miley recognized to be Nick's, since it was obviously too big to be Vanessa's.

"Thanks," Miley murmured, closing the door again to put the shirt over her tank top. It was just small enough to fit her but big enough to not hug her stomach too much. It was as okay as okay could get.

With a final deep breath, Miley sat down the cloth she was using on the counter and left the bathroom after shutting off the light and saw Vanessa was still on the bed waiting for her. Miley had decided that she would try her best to be happy and get over her down mood. She didn't like feeling the way she was.

"Vanessa!" The pair heard the voice of Vanessa's mother calling from the first floor of the house.

"We're coming mom!" the daughter of the voice responded. With that, the two of them began exiting the room, making their way down the stair. Miley stayed in back of Vanessa as she was led through the foyer and into the living room where the family sat spread out amongst the couches.

"Miley, you're up," Denise smiled, greeting the teen as they walked over to her. She gave Miley a quick hug and pulled away to speak. "Are you hungry?"

"I could use something to eat." Miley returned the smile wholeheartedly, already feeling better. She just loved Denise's caring nature, it was hard to be sad around her.

"Good, then we'll eat!" Vanessa exclaimed, patting the teen's back a bit before leaving to go to the dining room. Everybody else in the room followed her actions except for one person.

Nick still sat in his spot on the couch as he stared at his girlfriend stand alone in the middle of the room. He motioned with his hand for her to come over to him. "C'mere Miles," he ordered gently, watching as she listened. When Miley reached him, she took a seat on the couch next to him, snuggling into his arms, enjoying his embrace.

"Why do you look so sad?" he asked, almost whining.

She giggled a little and protested, "I don't!"

Miley felt Nick's hot breath on her neck as he leaned in towards her ear, whispering, "I'm the one looking at your face, Miles." He raised his eyebrows and held her a little tighter. "But is there something bothering you?" His light demeanor suddenly became serious, his face hard with concern.

Miley shook her head in his chest. "No...I think it's just my mood swings. I haven't been feeling all that happy since I woke up, I honestly don't know why."

"Hmm..." Nick sighed and closed his eyes, accepting his girlfriend's answer, but still worrying about her nonetheless. "Okay."

With her head still on his chest, Miley used her left hand to rub his stomach softly. "But, are you okay?" They switched roles. "You seemed upset earlier too..." She stared him in the eyes expectantly.

Nick took the hand that wasn't around Miley's waist and ran it over his face, just about ready to answer until Vanessa poked her had into the room, ordering them into the kitchen.

Miley looked at Nick, making sure he knew they'd once again be talking later and rose up from the couch with a bit of difficulty and headed into the kitchen.

Sinking into the couch, Nick let out a deep breath, placing both of his hands on his face. He was so confused. Everything going on in his life was not something he was used to. He was honestly used to being so careless and being able to not worry about much at all but now knowing that he had a girlfriend that was going to have his baby soon, it put a lot on his shoulders and he could only hope that he would be able to handle it all.

After taking a little breather to himself for that minute, Nick quickly went into the dining room, where his family and girlfriend sat, obviously waiting for him to arrive.

"Glad you decided to join us Nicholas," Denise smiled from where she sat at the end of the table. They all watched as Nick walked over to one side of the table, taking a seat in the middle of Miley and Vanessa.

The pregnant teen took a quick glance to her side at her boyfriend and frowned, not liking the faraway gleam in his eyes. She could tell he was thinking about something and that worried her.

Seeing her expression, Nick took it in himself to grab her hand in one of his, and gently rub it, assuring her that nothing was wrong. He was glad when he received a nod from her. He didn't need for her to worry herself over him.

Soon, the noise level in the room dropped as all attention was beginning to be focused on the young couple. The family was all to aware that the two teen's mind's were elsewhere, being greatly preoccupied with other things no matter how much they tried to pay attention and act like everything was alright.

Denise knew in order to get the situation sorted out, she would have to be the one to speak up. She was a curious mother and she just wanted to make sure her family was alright.

First, she did the normal routine: saying grace, creating small chat, letting everyone take some time to fill their hungry stomachs and once she figured everybody was a bit more comfortable, she shifted the conversation towards Nick and Miley.

"Are you guys okay?" Denise started off sweetly, trying to get something out of them to begin with.

Either teen nodded. "We're fine," they said in unison, avoiding Denise's gaze as she narrowed her eyes.

"I beg to differ-"

"Mom..." Nick pleaded in a soft tone, staring hard at his mother. He wasn't in the mood and neither him or Miley believed this was the time or place to speak about what was going on. "If you wanna talk to us, can't we do this somewhere else?"

Realizing that she wasn't putting their feelings into account, the worried mother nodded her head, slipping a strand of hair out of her face. She cleared her throat and stared at Nick and Miley. "Yes, I guess we can talk a little later."

Nick let out a thankful breath of air. "Thank you."

I feel ashamed just uploading this chapter cause I know it is TERRIBLE and I also know it's been nearly two months since I last updated and I have no excuse for that except, I just haven't been inspired. And I'm just...sorry about both of those :/ But, I wanna thank you readers, for reading and reviewing :) I really appreciate every single last one of you who favorites and alerts and everything, it definitely helps me.

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