4 Months Later (For clearing up, Peyton is now almost 7 months)

I heard the front door slam shut and I looked up from Peyton playing on the floor, and saw Nick standing there.

"Never in my twenty five years have I experienced cold weather like this in Malibu. Isn't it supposed to be a little warmer than this outside especially when the sun is out?"

Nick was putting Christmas lights out, we were a week late putting them out. So he could toughen up and put the stinking lights up "It's only fifty degrees out"

"You go out and hand the lights out if you think you can" Nick said taking off his jacket

"Your being a big baby" I got off the floor and went over to my shoes, slipping a pair on just as Nick was taking his off. "I'll be in, in a few minutes. Did you finish the ones on the roof?"

"No I'll do them later"

"How about I just finish them" I smirked at him and went to go out the door

"I don't want you going on the latter by yourself without me out there"

I rolled my eyes and put on my jacket, going out the door. I could do anything he was out here doing. It wasn't even that cold out here. He got on my nerves sometimes, he's a big baby. Even worse than his own daughter that was a baby. I made my way over to the ladder and saw that half of the snowflakes were hung up. He could of at least finished the job before coming in the house. I wasn't even in the mood today.

I climbed on the ladder and snatched the stupid lights into my hand. Nick had the hooks on top of the ladder so I fixed one and put it onto the roof. Ugh, seriously it wasn't even cold. I heard the front door open and saw Nick coming out the door with Peyton in his hands.

"So it's too cold for you to be out here, but your going to bring your six month old daughter out here. Smart thinking genius" I glared getting down from the ladder and trying to move it over so I can start working on some more hooks.

"I thought I said not to use the ladder without me out here" Nick snapped back

"Well I am" I smiled sarcastically at him and started to climb on the ladder again. My foot slipped as I got to the top but I caught myself and continued to climb to the top. I didn't want to look down at Nick because of that stupid protective look he would give me.

"Come on Miley come down, I don't want you to get hurt" I heard him plead but I ignored him and continued to put up the lights.

"Why don't you go in the house if your going to annoy the hell out of me" I yelled down

"Fine" He yelled back up at me, I watched as he stomped into the house with Peyton looking around. He didn't look up not once as he made his way into the house. I flinched as he slammed the front door shut.

Jerk...

Nick's POV

I slammed the door shut and kicked off my shoes.

"She is so freaking stubborn and mean sometimes" I mumbled angrily placing Peyton on the floor and taking my jacket putting it on the chair. I sat down on the couch watching as Peyton laid on her stomach and started to crawl over to me. I leaned down and picked her up. She had that vibe about her that always made me calm down. I don't know how to describe it. "Hey sweetie"

I lifted her up and brought her down. She laughed a little and I brushed my nose against her before kissing her cheek and placing her on my lap again. Peyton was getting so much more fun now that she was getting older. She was crawling now so she was into everything. Peyton rubbed her brown eyes, poor girl got my eyes. I laid down on my back and had her sitting on my chest. She looked down at me and smiled.

"What are you smiling at?" I laughed picking her up and lifting her in the air, bringing her back to me. I repeated the process until she was laughing. Peyton had the most contagious laugh, just like Miley. But soon later I felt something wet hit my mouth. I brought her back and set her down on my chest again. "Gross you got daddy with your slobber you little munchkin"

Peyton's laughed as I tickled her little stomach. "Your so cute"

Just than the door opened and I looked over Peyton's shoulder, to see Miley shake off her shoes. I laid my head back down onto the sofa and smiled grabbing Peyton's hand, getting her attention once again. Miley didn't say a word just stomping her way through the house. My eyes followed her, Miley not looking over as she made her way to the back of the house. Soon after she disappeared, the bedroom door slammed. I sat up and brought Peyton along with me as I stood up.

"Let's go see mommy" I sighed, I've learned from many years of experience that it's better if I were the one to talk things out and apologize. Because nothing would be resolved if I didn't. I didn't even bother knocking on the door, I just walked in. Miley looked up from folding clothes and glared when she saw me. She shoved my boxers in the drawer and shoving some things elsewhere.

I walked over and stood next to her. I knew it was awful to use our daughter as a shield but she wouldn't do anything with her in my arms. "I just didn't want you to get hurt"

Miley looked at me and than looked at my arms and back at me. All she had to say was "Fine"

I knew it wasn't "fine" but I took it as a peace offering for now. It honestly wasn't even that big of a deal in the first place, just another simple thing she was upset about. I walked out of the room and set Peyton on the family room floor, and Miley stayed back in the bedroom. She would get over it and come out sooner or later. But until she did I just chilled on the sofa watching Peyton as she played with the toys in front of her. She was sitting up so much better, and we caught her sometimes pulling up on things standing up. But her legs would wobble and she'd fall to the ground. My mom jokes all the time saying how she's going to be one of those babies walking at a crazy age. She might have something there.

Peyton's infectious laugh filled my ears and I looked down to see Elvis licking her face. She was a dog lover that was for sure, and Elvis loved kids. It was a win situation.

Miley finally came out of the room and snatched Peyton from the floor and taking her to the back of the house.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm feeding her" She stated simply not saying anything else.

I got myself off the couch and decided to fix dinner. I looked in the cabinets and saw that we had the right kind of spaghetti noodles for lasagna so I decided that tonight was lasagna night. If there was one that thing that I could really cook, it was be my moms recipe of lasagna. That was just about the only thing that I would help my mom cook when I was younger. It was that my moms recipe for stuffed green peppers, they were really good to. But I didn't feel like making that, it was too much work.

It wasn't long until the meat was cooked and the noodles were halfway cooked. I grabbed the pan and finished the pan of lasagna before putting it in the fridge so it was ready to be put in later. I went into the family room and saw that Miley was on the couch with the remote in her hand flipping through the channels. I went over and sat next to her, not saying anything. She didn't even look over to acknowledge that I was sitting next to her.

"Did she fall asleep?"

"Yep" One word sentences, that's wonderful.

"I didn't think she was that tired"

A shrug this time, it wasn't improving.

"Look honestly can I just say sorry and get over this not talking. I just didn't want you being out there all by yourself on the ladder. It was cold out and I had already been out there for an hour. I just wanted to take a break"

Miley looked over and looked at me. She nodded and leaned over placing her head on my shoulder before laying the rest of her body on the couch. Wow that was uh...easier than I thought it would be. I kissed her cheek and I watched as she closed her eyes and just laid there. I ran a hand through her hair and as I did, I realized she was a little warm. I placed my hand back onto her forehead and kept it there for a few seconds, realizing that she had a fever.

"Do you feel well?" I asked her as she closed her eyes and shook her head 'no'. "You have a fever"

"Do I really?" Miley asked placing her palm where my hand just was and feeling her head "No I don't"

"Yes you do" I said leaning my forehead against her and it did feel hot "Yes you do, you need to take some medicine and got lay down"

"I don't want to" She whined, or great I knew she wasn't feeling well. When she was sick, it was like the world was ending and she was in pain, like she got stabbed and was living the rest of her life with a knife in her stomach. Yeah...that bad. "Can you just lay here with me and snuggle. That's all I want from you is to snuggle with me"

Yeah...for now. But I held that comment in and I smiled at her a little before grabbing the blanket off the back of the sofa and laying it over us.

"If I fall asleep and Peyton wakes up hungry trying giving her some baby food. If she doesn't want that than wake me up and I will feed her" Miley mumbled as she got herself situated on the couch. I got the wind knocked out of my once or twice before she was finally comfortable. She was piratically lying on my but I didn't mind, as long as she was fine it was good with me.

I looked down and saw that her eyes were already closed, going to sleep. I pulled the blankets up farther and rested my hands on her back and took one of them and put them under her shirt rubbing her back as she fell to sleep. That's another thing that I've learned over the many of years is that when she sick, she's loves it when you rub her back. It makes her more relaxed and she falls asleep faster that way. I leaned my head down and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you Nick" Miley mumbled softly as she dug her head into the crook of my neck

"I love you too Miles"

I must have fallen asleep with Miles on the sofa because I heard the little whimpers that woke me out of my sleep. It took me a few seconds to process that Peyton wasn't in the family room that she must have also woken up from her nap. I looked at my watch and saw that it had been three hours since we've fallen asleep. Man I didn't even think I was that tired. Peyton's whimpers started to become louder and I didn't want her to wake up Miley. I tried to roll myself from under her so I didn't wake her up. It worked because all she did was stir. I covered Miley back up and kissed her cheek once more before turning the baby monitor off and going down the hallway. I completely opened the half shut door and saw Peyton's little butt in the air as she was laying just babbling and whimpering.

"What are you giving me hell for?" I smiled, going over to her and lifting her out of the crib. She looked at me and that smile of her appeared on her face "Just like your mother, bad"

I placed her in the crook of my arm, something that we've noticed she liked, and I took her over to the changing table. I changed her diaper and decided to put on her pajama's since it was getting later. I stared down at her and really looked at her. Her hands were pulling at my dog tag and she tried to pull me down, her mouth wide opened and her feet kicking. She was teething which made her want to put everything in her mouth. But that also made her cranky at times. She was almost a spitting image of Miley except for the eyes and hair. But I the hair was a toss up because Miley's hair was exactly the way my hair looks like, curly and short. So Peyton could grow up and her girls get longer or even wavy like Miley's. She had those chubby cheeks that were like Miley's when she was a baby. I swear I was looking at baby pictures of Miley and Peyton is so close in comparison.

Peyton started babbling as she grasped the object around my neck harder and still tried to pull me down. I picked her up and held her to my chest as I walked out of the room and into the family room. I sat down on the reclining chair and propped it up. She was content for a while, just her head resting on my chest playing with my dog tag. But it came time for her to eat so I went into the kitchen and placed her in the high chair, buckled her up and went over to where we stored the baby food.

"I don't know how you eat this Peyton" It was all seriously gross looking and the names didn't fit the look or smell of half of them. I grabbed the one that she liked the most and the one I could stand giving to her. I went over and pulled a chair in front of her. I opened the top and realized that I had forgotten a spoon and went to go get the rubber ones. They were so much easier on the gums than those baby metal ones. I stirred it up and got a little on the spoon before putting it up to her wide opened mouth. "Mmm...it's good isn't it sweetie"

Peyton smiled as she smacked her lips together and I got another spoon full ready. I made sure she didn't have any more in her mouth before placing the next one in her mouth. When she was finished, she was a mess. I had forgotten to put on a bib, which was a mistake made on my part. I didn't even think about it until her hands had grabbed the spoon from my hand and flung it on her pajama's, the ones I had just put on her. I carried her to the nursery once again and stripped her from the nasty food covered pajama's and into another pair of footsies. I carried her out yet again and put her in those bouncy things that occupied her until I finished cleaning up her dinner. I got something quick out for me to eat, thinking I could save the lasanga for when Miley was feeling better. It would be fine in the fridge until tomorrow. I ate a sandwhich real fast and than went into the family room with Peyton.

Miley was still fast asleep, she really must not be feeling well. I watched as Peyton crawled over to the tree and sat on her butt. Her eyes were glowing next to the tree but her little hand went to touch it.

"No Peyton don't touch" Her hand went down and I knew that she understood, she wasn't no dummy. The doorbell sounded and I grabbed Peyton off the floor before heading over to the window to peak out and see who it was before opening the door. I almost dropped Peyton out of my arms when I saw who was behind the door. But I closed the blinds and went to the door, unlocking it.

"Miley" I yelled for her "Wake up, come here"

I opened the door and I saw a very pregnant women standing there, her eyes red, mascara running, hair a mess, and a huge red spot on her cheek

"Lilly" I heard Miley gasp, I looked over and saw Miley looking at Lilly up and down.

"I need your help" Lilly cried out

Wow, yeah adding some drama in there. But this story is slowly ending and I know how it's going to end. So by saying that, I would prepare for it be over in a few chapters probably 2. But 'Hot Mess' will be starting afterwards so that's a good thing. At least you guys have something to look forward to as well.

But this chapter will be continuing, next chapter. It will probably be up next weekend. I am going to see the Rockettes on Thursday and going to visit great grandmom next weekend to play BINGO but it will be up.

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