With my stomach churning, a giggle slipped out, as I shifted my large and over flowing leather purse around onto my hip. Quickly I sidestep to look in the reflective elevator doors, which are located next to an important apartment front. Tousling my now shoulder length hair, straightened in order to fix the awkward half wavy hair situation, I grimace as my eyes move upwards to my roots half black hair half light brown. Moving my eyes downward, I look over my white eyelet maternity top flowing over my dark denim stretch jeans stuffed into deep brown beat up knee high boots. Finally I side step back in front of the apartment and knock four quick times, my foot lightly tapping as I wait for an answer. Knowing that this is the part that seals the surprise, no one expects me to knock; and no one knows I'm home already.
Finally I hear Selena's laughter ring louder as she turns the knob to her apartment door. The door swings open, while her head turns back toward the loud music and conversation in the other room. Still laughing her head turns to face me, "Hello…OH MY GOSH!!!!" Her hands clasp over her mouth and for two long seconds she just stands there starring at me. Suddenly she jumps onto me, wrapping her small body as well as possible around my ever growing frame.
"What are you doing here?? We didn't expect you till Monday!" She asks as she slowly steps back from me. "Oh, my, gosh." She whispers are her eyes run up and down my body. She moves her left hand through her jet black hair, "Well, way to make me look like shit. You look fabulous." Her ringing laughter fills the air and steps back into hug me.
She moved her eyes to my stomach, "Geeze little one, you are sure looking amazing yourself." Leaning in she kissed right above my belly button. Before grasping my right hand with her left and intertwining our fingers.
Quietly we began to move into the spacious and eclectically decorated family room, "SO, does Nick know?" Her words barely left her mouth before my person was noticed by the rest of the room.
Instantly five jaws dropped in unison, and one beer bottle fell and shattered on the hard wood floor. "Fuck." Were the only words to be mumbled in a smooth and comforting voice. The same eyes shifted back and forth between his mess and me.
"Well I guess that answers my question." Selena giggles from her place beside me, rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet. Unlacing our hands she runs over to Nick and kisses his cheek, "I've got this mess, no worries. Please go kiss your glowing wife." She bends down and starts to scoop clear glass shards into her bare hands.
In one instant five people lunge toward me, bringing with them numerous words, "Wow, you look so pregnant."
"I've missed you so much. There is so much I need to tell you."
"I can't believe you are really here."
"You and me kid, tomorrow."
"Finally."
"Just thank god you are home."
Kevin leans in and places a beer ridden kiss on my cheek. "Baby sis, you know how to make an entrance." He swigs more of his Corona.
"Alright, alright, I missed you all crazy amounts too, but in case you missed it I'm eight months pregnant and I've been standing a while. So let's move this party to the couch." A laugh escapes my lips.
Everyone moves in front of me taking seats on various surfaces across the room. Nick turns with everyone facing the other direction, placing a firm grip on the back of my head and brings our mouths together. Our tongues battle for dominance as my hands move toward the sides of his face. His taste more delicious than I remembered,
"Oooooo."Four voices sing song over from the other room.
Pulling apart, leaving our faces inches apart, as our hot breath lands on each other in staggered pieces. Our hands unmoving from their places, as Nick silently bite his lip his eyes reading mine. The sides of my mouth pull up into a wide open mouth smile. We both start to giggle, at the situation while I pull Nick from our position into the space with the rest of our friends.
"Kids these days…man they just don't know when to keep their hands off each other." Joe shakes his head a smile on his face. Obviously satisfied when the whole group laughs.
Sliding my purse off as I plop down into an oversized arm chair, whose twin seated Selena beside me, a 'clinking' from within my purse when it hits the ground reminds me what lays inside. "Well everyone, I did not come empty handed." Picking the purse back up and placing it in my lap I continue, "You see I'm home now. And this is of course a celebration and while I can't really celebrate with you I think you should still have fun." I bite my lip and look at the confused faces around me. Then reaching inside the worn out over flowing back I grasp two fairly large bottles and pull them out.
"Champagne!" Demi yelps as she claps her hands together and leaps up to grab five glasses.
Flashback:
I pulled Nick's arm tighter around my body, while I adjusted on the thick blanket that lay beneath us. The stars were beautiful tonight, recently we had discovered an amazing field outside of L.A. where you can see the stars at night, so once again we lay here about three a.m. to enjoy each other, the stars and no followers. I positioned myself so I could look at Nick.
"This is the official deal this time right? I mean we are older now, twenty two, we aren't going to fuck it up anymore right?"
"Yes Miley this is it. You know that, how could this be anything but that?" He looked away from the stars and deep into my eyes.
"Then, well I don't understand why. Well that is a lie, I understand and I know we have talked about it before. I know that this is easier, if we got married the public eventually would find out and then it would mess everything up like before. But I think we are older and stronger and e can handle it."
His face was drawn, his eyes closed. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, it was scarring me.
"Nick let's get married. I love you. Everything else that may come we can handle. We can survive it, I know we can. I want you Nicholas Jonas to be my husband." I could feel every part of my body start to shake with nervousness.
Slowly a large smile spread across his perfect face. "You don't really think I would say no do you?" He questions half teasing half serious as his eyes searched my face.
"Well I didn't think you would break up with me, but I thought that maybe you would say that we would be wreaking something so perfect right now. So is that a yes?" I pulled out a cheesy smile as I looked back at him.
"That is a yes. Yes I will marry you Miley Cyrus. Yes I will love you forever Miley Cyrus. Yes I want you to be Miley Jonas." His smile expanded, if it was even possible, with every word he said.
"Man, did we miss your wife Nick." Slurry words slip from Selena's lips three tall glasses of champagne later. The song changed to something from Cobra Starship, and she threw both of her hands in the air, "This is my jam!" more slurry words, as champagne flew all over and her oversized white t-shirt slid up way past her stomach.
"No, no. This not the jam!" A protesting and slurry Joe overly shouted from the couch. Pouring himself more champagne. "Damn, all gone." He placed the second empty bottle on the floor, slumping his shoulders he fell back onto the couch. His face was pointed up at the rotating ceiling.
"Dude I think Demi is out." Kevin looked down into his lap where Demi rested.
"How, she sleeps with such rocking couch?" I asked from my place next to Joe.
"Alright, how about we all get back to our homes?" Miley, such a pretty Miley, stood up and clapped her hands together. Everyone looked at her.
"Kevin, as smoothly as you can right now; move out from under Demi." While Kev stood, Miles grabbed a blanket, covered Demi.
"Okay now I'll be right back boys; Nick come with me." Shook her head at brothers and grabbed my hand.
We walk into home, and she leads me to bed. "Alright baby, try and get out of your clothes. I'm going to take your brothers upstairs. I'll be right back." She giggle and kiss me, then walk back out.
Through my sleepiness I hear doors open and close. Then Miley comes back in, changing into my shirt. "Wow, you all are going to be in pain tomorrow. Especially Joe, I think he is drinking away his confusion. You know with, well I guess you don't know because well I'm the only who knows. I'm rambling as usual." Pretty Miley, climb into our bed.
Moving to her, I try and stop the spinning.
"Go to sleep baby." Her soft fingers brush my curls as we shift into a comfortable fit on our king bed. Kissing my forehead, I turned onto my stomach; she still moves her hand through my hair. "I promise I'll still be here when you wake up."