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Miley cried fora long time, Jessica holding her, gently rubbing her back. It was comforting for both of them; Miley getting the care of a mother for the first time in a while, and Jessica getting to comfort a daughter.

Although Ruby knew that what followed would only upset Miley more, she knew that they had no choice. The lawyer could only do the will reading then, and they had to tell Miley the truth. She just hoped she wouldn't completely loose it.

"Miley, Jackson," Ruby said gently, "I know it's not the best time, but your daddy's lawyer was only available now to read the will. He's in the parlor waiting, we can go meet with him. Miley, your friends can stay, if it will make you feel better." She said.

Miley nodded, having finally calmed down.

Jessica looked at her watch and said gently, "Jason and I are gunna get to the hotel, sweetie. It's getting late, and it's been a long day. But we'll be there tomorrow, and before we leave, I want to get together. Maybe in a few weeks when you're feeling better, you could come see us in Rosewood." She said gently, "Maybe it'd be good closure to visit her in the cemetery, and good for you to get away from here for a while."

"You shouldn't have let him keep it from me, Jess." Miley whispered. "I should have been at her funeral."

"I know," Jess said, "I'm so sorry."

Miley nodded, and hugged Jess again, then Jason, then watched as they waved to Aria and her parents, then left.

"Let's get this over with," Miley said, turning away from Lilly, Jake, and Oliver, toward her brother, Dolly, Ruthie, and Ruby.

They all, the Montgomery's included, followed her as she led the way to the room. Robby's lawyer, Thomas Jenkins, waited, and rose from his seat, shaking the hands of Miley and Jackson, Ruthie, and Ruby.

"Hello, everyone, I'm so sorry for your loss. Robby was a great man, I was honored to work with him." He said. "If you'll all take a seat, I'll try to do this as painlessly as possible."

Everyone sat around a large oval table, Jenkins sitting at the head, Miley and Jackson sitting across from each other directly beside the lawyer, and their grandmothers sitting next to them.

"This is the last will and testament of Robert Ray Stewart, signed at witnessed by hit mother, Ruthie Ray Stewart just three months ago." He informed them. "The Stewart residence, at 549 Ocean Boulevard in Malibu, California is left in the joint possession of Jackson Rod and Miley Ray Stewart, although it will be under the name of Ruthie Stewart until such time that one or both of you comes of age." He read out. "In regards to all the jewelry left behind at the passing of Susan Stewart, your father left that to you, Miley, and it's located in a safety deposit box at Malibu Savings Bank, of which I have the key to give to you. There have been accounts set up for each of you, and his savings, on his orders, were divded evenly among them. You were each left with about one million, which will be available to you once you turn eighteen. Miley, yours was deposited into your outstanding account, which now totals upwards of 40 million dollars. The allowance that is set up for you will remain, and you will gain full control of the account when you turn eighteen."

"I want to use some of that to pay for the taxes and all the other stuff so we can keep the house." Miley said, looking at Ruthie. "He left it to us, and I don't want to sell it. It's our home."

Ruthie nodded silently.

"Custody and care of the Stewart children," Jenkins said, "Until the day you turn 18, Jackson, you are left in the care of your godmother, Dolly. Legal custody is in her hands, however, your father stressed that he wants both of your grandmothers involved in your life."

"Why only Jackson?" Miley said, having caught that. "Don't you mean both of us?"

Ella and Byron straightened, looking at each other, holding hands. Beside Miley, Ruby put an arm around her shoulder, trying to cushion the blow that was about to be delivered.

"There was different instructions for you, Miley," Jenkins said, turning towards her. "This agreement was arranged the day you were born, and your father stressed that this was still what he wanted only three months ago." Now reading directly from the will, he said, "In the case of the untimely death of both Susan and Robert Stewart, legal custody of minor, Miley Ray Stewart, is to be legally returned to her biological parents, Ella and Byron Montgomery until November 23rd, 2010, the day she turns 18."

The room was silent, as everyone took in what was just said. Once it registered though, Miley said, as she looked from the lawyer, to her grandmothers, to Byron and Ella., "What do you mean, biological parents?"

It was Ruby who explained. "Sweetie, two weeks after your mama had Jackson, she was diagnosed with the cancer. She went under treatment, and was in remission a year later. Once she was back to normal, she wanted another baby, and your daddy was all for it, and they tried to get pregnant, but she just...couldn't. The chemo had destroyed all her eggs, and she was heartbroken. That was when Ella, your mother's twin, told us all that she and Byron, her husband, were expecting twins, their first children. Your mother and Ella were so close, and Ella saw how much your mother wanted another baby."

Miley was pale, sitting in her seat, staring down at the table.

"Sue was my other half. She was my best friend, and I would do anything for her...and so I offered to do something no one thought I'd even think of. I knew I was having twins, and I knew they were both girls." Ella said, her voice soft, "I saw how much she was hurting, and it killed me...so together, we offered Sue and Robby one of you to raise as their own. It took some time to work everything out, but by the time I gave birth we'd figured it all out. We planned to explain it all to both of you as soon as you could understand, so we wouldn't be keeping secrets. We lived near each other, so you would both be raised together anyways. Byron and I decided that the first baby to come out was to be wrapped up, and presented to my sister as her baby by the nurses. Sue and Robby named you, they signed your birth certificate. We agreed that if anything happened to them, you would come back to us, and if anything happened to us, then Aria would be left with them." She explained, remembering it all.

Ruby took over again. "Things went fine for the first year and a half. But then, the counselors said the earlier that they introduced the concept of the adoption, the better it would be...and your mama got scared, Miley. She didn't like to talk about the adoption. You were her little angel, your daddy's little princess. She told Ella that she didn't want to tell you, and they started fighting. It got so bad one day that Susan said she never wanted to see her again and worse, and a week later, your mom and dad took you and Jackson, and moved to Kentucky, for a while. That was when Ella and Byron moved to Rosewood, and after that, your momma and daddy came back, until ya'll moved to California when you were nine."

Miley was silent for a moment after they stopped talking, before looking up. "How could no one ever tell me I was...adopted?" She shouted, slamming her hands on the table. "You all keep this from me my whole life, the fact that my parents weren't even genetically my parents, and now you tell me that I have a whole other set of parents, and a brother, and a twin sister! Don't you think I might have cared to know this before I turned sixteen!"

"Miley, we couldn't disrespect your parents by telling you when they didn't want you to know," Ruthie said. "They couldn't have loved you more if you were biologically theirs, and the fact that you came from someone else should not change everything you knew about your parents. They loved you more than anything, both you and Jackson, equally. You know that you were your daddy's whole world, his little princess. You were your mother's little angel, both of you hated to be apart. And no matter what, you are my grand daughter. We all loved you regardless of whether or not you were biologically you parent's child. This doesn't change anything." She insisted.

"But it does!" Miley said, "It changes everything! If mom hadn't been sick, then I...I wouldn't have even been Miley! I'd be a totally different girl, with a totally different life. I wouldn't have my friends, and I wouldn't have my boyfriend, and I wouldn't...I wouldn't have Hannah. Hannah Montana wouldn't exist."

"But darling," Ruby said, "What matters is that what happened, happened. You are Miley, Hannah does exist. This doesn't have to change who you are if you don't let it."

"Sure," Miley said, then moving on to the hard part, "Except now you expect me to go act like this is fair? I lost my mother, my father, and evidently my best friend that was like my sister is gone too. And now you expect me to go across the country, with these people I don't even know, leave my school, my friends, my boyfriend...you want to separate Jackson and I after this? You expect me to be ok with this? While I'm not, and I won't do it! You can't make me leave, you can't make me give up everything!"

"Miley, that's what your mama and daddy wanted," Ruby said, "That's what your father agreed to but three months ago, and you don't have a choice. They are legally your guardians."

"I can't leave California!" Miley said, "I can't leave Jackson, and I can't leave Jake, and Lily and Oliver. I can't leave my home! What about school?"

"You'll go to Rosewood High with Aria and Mike." Ella said, "It's a great school."

"What about my career!" Miley said. "I've lost my parents, my best friend, I'll be damned if anyone tries to take Hannah away."

"We'll figure something out, Miley," Ruby said.

"No! I can't! I can't leave California, because I can't leave Jake!" She said, grabbing his hand as he stood behind her.

"Why, sweetie?" Dolly asked, "You've been apart before."

Miley looked up at Jake, then around at everyone. She was silent until Dolly again prompted, "Miley?"

"I'm pregnant!" She cried out, her hands covering her face. "I'm pregnant," She repeated, muffled by her hands. Around the room, everyone was in shock, watching as she sat there, face buried. Jake stood behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders, avoiding every one's gaze but staying close to her.

"Did dad know?" Jackson whispered. Miserable, Miley nodded.

"I told him that night, in the car. He was so mad," She cried, "He kept yelling, and I went to text Jake, and he grabbed my phone. I saw the car coming, and I shouted, and he looked, and he said he loved me, but then it crashed into us, and I blacked out!" She sobbed. "It's all my fault," She cried, "If I hadn't told him then, it never would have happened!"

"Miley, sweetie," Ruthie said, getting up and joining her on the other side of the table, "That accident was no one's fault, it was just that: an accident. Your daddy's no longer with us because that's how it was meant to be. It was his time, and nothing you did caused that." She said softly, wrapping her arms around her.

Miley cried for a little while, before whispering, "I keep thinking about that night. I had disappointed him so much, he'd been so mad, but he still said he loved me."

"You see?" Ruthie said gently, "He loved you, Miley. He wanted what's best for you, and he thinks that that means going with Ella and Byron. This doesn't mean everything has to change. You'll still see Jackson, you'll still see us, you'll still be able to see your friends."

"We don't want to cut you off from everyone important to you, Miley." Byron said, "We know this won't be easy."

"We don't expect you to call us mom and dad. We know that to you, that's not who we are, we know you may never see us that way. We know that we gave that up," Ella said. "But Miley, you're still our daughter. We've always loved you, so much. And we would love to be able to get to know you, for you to get to know us. We want to take care of you, and help you, not cut off your life. You can see your brother and friends, and boyfriend as much as possible. If you still want to sing, then we will work something out so you can. I mean, I'm not sure how that whole Hannah thing works, but I expect considering your other situation, you may have to take a break." Ella said, "We will work with you, we know it'll be an adjustment for everyone. But we want to make this work."

Miley took in what she said for a moment, eyes shut, wanting to block everything out. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then quietly said, "Tom, can you finish the rest of it."

Tom looked a little surprised, but nodded. "Uh, that was it, Miley."

She nodded. "I want to go home." She said quietly. "It's been a long day, and...I just need to go home and think and figure everything out, and...now I have to find out a way to cope with two deaths. And figure out what all this is. Can we please talk about this later?"

The adults all quickly agreed. "They're gunna be staying at your house with us, Miley." Ruby said gently. Miley nodded, then excused herself to say goodbye to Jake.

Outside near the limo that was waiting, she stood in his arms, head buried against his neck. "It's gunna be ok, Miley. We'll figure things out. I wish I could go with you, but go home and get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow, I'll be with you for everything."

She nodded, looking up at him. "This sucks." she said softly, and he nodded.

"It'll be ok. I love you," He said, kissing her gently.

"I love you too." She said softly, before slowly walking over to the car where Dolly, Ruthie, Ruby, and Jackson waited for her. She got in silently, buckling her seat belt, and was quiet for the whole ride home. No one interrupted her thoughts, none of them spoke at all. When they got back to the house, Jackson helped his grandmothers show the Montgomery's to the guest rooms while Miley went into her room, and shut the door. Numbly, she changed into pajama pants and a tank top, leaving her clothes in a pile on her floor.

She pulled her land line phone towards her, and dialed the number she knew by heart, Ali's cell number

After Ali had stopped picking up, responding to her texts for a while, Miley gave up, knowing that Ali would come back when she was ready. She hadn't expected it to be so long, so she supposed that the explanation did make sense. But, part of her tried holding on to her belief that it was all a cruel joke. So she was trying.

She pushed call, and the numbers dialed, and there it was.

'We're sorry. The number you're trying to reach has been disconnected.'

With a soft sob, she hung up and curled up into her bed, looking through her tears at her nightstand, where pictures of her mother and her, her and her father, and her and Ali were all located. Thoughts swam through her head about her parents, Ali, the child inside of her, and the news she'd just been told.

It's seemed that now, her whole life was just becoming disconnected.