Thankyou all for being so amazing! I hope you like how i've written this chapter, i tried to make it classy and not to well you will see. I wanted it to be done right.

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"Are you sure? I have no problem coming with you." Joe spoke from his position laying flat on his back which rested on the still made hotel bed.

Sighing, I took my hand away from the door handle, "Joe, we talked about this, I need to do this alone. I know you want to find her, but you also know that this is a job I have to do alone. I promise I will call the second I find her, until then please just let me do this." My eyes closed as I took deep breaths trying to stay calm.

"Right, right, sorry. Go; bring home our, your girl." He quickly corrected his words.

Turning on my heel I swiftly opened the hotel door and walked down the hall towards a waiting elevator on my way to my girl.

Three hours later, I pulled into a long twisting driveway, with a small black SUV parked at the end, surprisingly a matching SUV in red sat next to it. How could I be wrong though, the entire car ride after heading out of town I just let my intuition take over, my heart led me here, my head was left out of every decision I made. Everything in me screamed this was it, this is the place she would pick, and the house was old and beautiful. Looking out into nothing but country, the beauty of the world, with a large front porch, everything Miley would love. But as I sat in the car, the engine off my hands resting on the steering wheel I wondered who would be here with her? Who had she met or invited to come stay here, the prospects threatened to eat me alive. So with every ounce of love in my body I drew in a short painful breath, swung the car door open then found my way up the three deep and creaking steps to the large black front door.

"I knew you would come today." She half smiled at me as she swung the door open. Outfitted in a long deep purple floral dress, barefoot, of course, without a stitch of makeup and more beautiful then I could imagine. Her hands gracefully fell into place under her stomach, much larger than I remembered; the beauty in her pregnancy was incredible.

Before I knew what I was doing I was on my knees whispering to the baby, kissing her stomach and all the while I could hear Miley smiling. "Nick, I'm glad you came." The whisper was so quiet, as if she was ashamed to admit she missed me.

"I'm glad I came too, I've missed you Miles, you and your miles and miles of smiles." I stood up and coyly smiled, knowing it was a cheap trick to bring a laugh to her lips.

"Cheater." She coughed, before giggling. "Listen; there is so much I want to say, to explain." She started as we moved into the deep old house, towards the living room.

"No, Miles, let me talk. I need to go first here." I looked deep into her eyes, as we stood next to her couch; she looked back before shyly looking downwards, ready to listen. "I have so much to say, and I don't really know where to start." I said softly, as I realized I wasn't sure exactly what it is I want to say.

"So just start, as long as you say what you want. It doesn't have to be organized." She didn't look up, she reminded me of a third grader talking to her crush, rubbing her foot in the sand while asking a question unable to look the boy in the eye.

"I think, I think I'm still learning to cope. I know we are married now, I know that we finally are there. But I don't know if I ever really dealt with everything before hand and now I'm dealing I'm coping. And, and…"

Suddenly her eyes flicked up from her stomach, her position across from me seemed so real and relevant in a way that made as if I could feel the earth moving beneath me. She looked at me through her deep eyes and I knew right then she understood, she was reading my emotions my every word and movement made a part of her as well. She looked at me and knew everything was alright, it was going to make sense, but still I kept rambling on, even though I knew she already was hearing what I wanted to say, I kept spilling words.

"I mean, we always knew Miley. We've had this conversation a million times; we know who we are and where we are supposed to end up. And now we are getting there and I think that before I just felt this insane pressure, a pressure I lumped in with everything else going on at the time, through all of those crazy teenaged years. And now it's different because I know how its supposed to end and I know I really am getting to that finish line and it freaks me out. I never really took the time to see that, and now I have…" Once again I trailed off, my hand placed on the back of my head pulling at my curls.

Finally she broke her silence, stopping me from pouring out more into the room. "Just stop it okay? Please all I want is for you to stop it." Her entire person begged for me to stop everything I was doing.

Flashback:

"I have a problem." I shoved my way into Joe's bedroom without knocking, which as soon I saw what lay on the other side of the door, realized was a mistake.

Joe lay horizontal on his bed, half dressed, practically dry humping Lilly who also was barely dressed.

"Jesus Nick!" He shouted, grabbing a sheet off the floor to cover both himself and Lilly.

"Sorry, sorry, really I am so sorry. But you know if you were a normal person and got your own place instead of having to wait till mom and dad go out like when you were a teen…" I trailed off. Not caring about reprimanding him, when I remembered why I came. "Well, I came because I have a problem a major one. And I need to talk to you Joe, like now." I looked at Lilly. "I'm really so sorry."

My eyes pleaded with Joe. He looked at Lilly, then back at me. "Alright, yea yea. Just go wait downstairs I'll be down in a few."

Turning I walked down the stairs waiting for the sound of Lilly leaving my parents home. Eventually that noise came and went, Joe appeared. Standing against the door frame between the kitchen and family room; his back against the cold dark wood. "Alright what is so fucking important?" His bored voice floated through the house.

"Well, last night I was out with Carol."

Joe cut me off, "if this is some story about how you want to sleep with her or some shit. I really don't care, I know I sound like an ass, but really Nick you know it's a hard commitment but you also know you can still do a hell of a lot. In fact I was in the middle of that hell of a lot."

"Yea I'm aware, and no it's not about that. And I think you are about to feel like an ass when I finish. I came to you for a reason; you are the only one who can help so listen. Think about it most problems I go to Kev for, but one certain problem I always come back to you."

The light bulb went off in his head, as his hand clasped his mouth. "Shit."

"Like I was saying, I was with Carol and well she told me she loves me. And when I went to respond I couldn't. Not with anything, nothing would come out no, and the only thing I could see, the only thing I could hear was Miley. It was like suddenly she was everywhere, I don't know what the fuck happened." I shook my head in frustration.

"But…what….three years have passed since the last time…how could…shit man..."

"What?" I pulled harder on my hair, confusion spread across my face.

"If you don't shut up, I can't do this." She lunged forward, bringing us together for the first time since my arrival, breaking down the invisible wall that had been between us. Crashing her mouth to mine, we found a rhythm our rhythm, one that was familiar but still new and exciting.

Quickly she pushed my body against the back of the couch, as her delicate hands moved my simple v-necks off my body and threw them somewhere on the floor. Then before I had a chance to react she was moving down to my tight jeans, trying desperately to remove the unwanted clothing as quickly as possible, resulting in my falling over onto the actual couch, making it a much easier job of hers to remove all of my dreadful clothing in one quick swoosh. Then she was on top of me, my hands working to remove all of her foul clothing, our bodies meshing together in a tangle of hot breath, passion and limbs.

Suddenly I found my face in her hair; the sweet smell took over me. Feeling her hands working their way down my goose bump covered body; all of my senses heightened as I felt the waist band of my boxers being lifted up and her warm hands delve inside. My breath caught in my throat as my head fell backwards, her perfect hands working wonders. Sitting up I swiftly pushed her body over, bringing her to her back, under me in a sense. My hands quickly finding her breasts and I massaged just briefly enough to hear her make sounds that sent shivers down my spine, before I moved farther downward. Grazing my hands softly along the sides of her rounded stomach I lost sight of her face as I dipped below to a new land, a place of soft sweetness and my hands slowly traveled along her thighs and inwards.

My fingers slowly found a way to make her moan, while my mouth worked in ways allowing me to taste the her sweetness. The feeling of her body, the warmth on my fingers, I could already feel myself losing control.

With the sound of her moaning, and her sweetness still on my lips I couldn't wait any longer. Moving upwards, my body and hers become one in a swift moment. My heart pounding, I looked deep into Miley's eyes. Her breath haggard, we felt the same: whole. The new levels of warmth, pleasure and passion that surrounded me were endless.

And finally, like so many intense and perfect times before, we ride out our pleasure in the exact same moments; as always in perfect sync.