A/N: So this is a pretty happening chapter. We are headed towards some Demi and Selena interaction. It's going to get heavy really fast. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for the reviews! The song is called "Be The Song" by Foy Vance. I own nothing but the idea.

10full360-2b-me: I think you're right about that. Selena was holding onto a piece of Demi. She wasn't prepared to lose it..

incase: Yes I am actually. Your English is just fine. Thank you for the kind words.

Demisbitch: Thank you so much. And yes sometimes you have to lose very thing before you realize what you had. I think Demi is realizing that.

It had been almost a week since Selena had last texted me. I was so busy doing damage control, I was kind of glad I hadn't heard from her. I was a PR nightmare at this point. I agreed to give two interviews in an attempt to explain myself. Once I had finished dealing with the press the paparazzi were a whole different story. Remember when I said that photographers got pictures of my arrest? Yeah, the tabloids had a field day with those photos. I couldn't go anywhere now without paps following me. I felt like a Kardashian. I really hate this town sometimes. I had several meetings that I still needed to attend before my day would be finished.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally made it home. I was exhausted. I found myself thinking of you again. I usually did. I remember the way you used to play with my hair as I laid down in your lap after a long day. I miss you. The reality of my loneliness always sinks in the most at night. I decided it was way too quiet. I picked up my iPod and plugged it into my surround sound. I laid down in The middle of living room floor and just let the music wash over me. I closed my eyes and sang along.

After what seemed like hours I decided to go to bed. I got up and turned out all the lights. I grabbed my phone and headed into the bathroom to shower. I heard my phone go off while I was in The shower. I'm not gonna lie. I hoped it was you. Once I finished drying my hair and putting on my pjs, I checked my phone. Ask and you shall receive. I had a text from Selena.

When would you like to see Stella?

As soon as possible. How is your schedule?

Will tomorrow work for you?

Yeah. What time?

6pm. Dinner?

Oh shit. I wasn't really expecting to be around her as well. I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I can't really say no though either. It sends the wrong message. Fuck.

I'll be there.

Good. It will be nice to see you Demi.

I had absolutely no idea what to say to that so in true idiot fashion, I said nothing. I'm amazed at how 9 years after we got married you still manage to make me completely stupid.

When I woke up I noticed that Miley had sent me a text.

Starbucks?

Sounds good.

Sweet. I'm headed up. Be there in 2.

What the hell? This girl is crazy. As promised she barged through my door 2 minutes later Starbucks in hand.

"I've got some shit to tell you!" She said excitedly.

"Well hi Miley. Good morning to you too." I deadpanned. This girl really was a trip sometimes.

"I overheard a very interesting conversation last night between your ex and Taylor." She exclaimed.

I frowned. "What is up with you and Taylor? She seems to be the topic of discussion lately with you."

"Let's just say this, sometimes we see each other naked and its fun!" She replied.

I nearly choked on my coffee.

"Wow." Was all I could manage to say.

So anyway, like I was sayin', I overheard the two of 'em talking. Guess who they were talking about?"

"I don't know Miles, I bet you're gonna tell me."

"You." She had a shit eating grin on her face.

She had my undivided attention at this point. "What did she say?" I'm pretty sure I sounded a lot like an over zealous teenage girl.

"Well, she came over to Taylor's house and when she got there she looked like she had been crying. Taylor took her into the den and they started talking about your piano. Sel said that she broke down because she isn't used to it being gone. She said she still isn't used to you being gone. The piano made her feel like she still had a part of you with her. You took it and now she feels like she's losing you all over again."

"I had no idea...it's just a piano...I mean...fuck."
I was beyond confused. I didn't take it to hurt her. I just thought it was time that I started living in reality.

"Demi, if you ask me she misses you. I'm not sure she has gotten over the divorce. When was the last time she took a job? It's been awhile. Taylor says she's just not the same anymore. She hasn't been for a while. The only thing that keeps her going is Stella."

"Miley...I don't understand. She wanted this. Not me. She chose this."

"Did she?" She replied. She was serious as a heart attack.. "I don't remember her drinking until nothing else mattered."

I was stunned. After all this time I had never really considered how hard this must of have been for her. I was too consumed in my own hurt and self pity. For the first time since we got divorced I realized that she was suffering too. I felt sick. I felt guilty.

After Miley left I took a long hot shower. I needed to clear my head. Once I got dressed I checked myself in the mirror and left my apartment. As I pulled into the driveway of what was once my house, I couldn't help but feel panicked. I took a couple of deep breaths, grabbed the flowers and pickles and headed for the door.

I knocked twice. As soon as the door opened I smiled. She was a miniature version of you.

"Hey punkin!" I scooped her up in I'm my arms.

"Mama!" She squealed.

"I got something for you." I showed her the flowers. I swear I have never seen a more beautiful smile.

"Are the pickles for mommy?" She asked.

"You know it!" I answered with a sly grin. I sat her back down on the ground and she grabbed my hand.

"Come on! Follow me!" She was beaming as she drug me down the hall toward the kitchen. I couldn't help but laugh as we made our way down the hallway. Pictures of us lined the walls. I was surprised that you didn't take the ones with me down. I felt a tightness in my chest. As we entered the kitchen, I had never been so dumbstruck. You took my breath away you were so beautiful. Your hair was a little lighter than I remembered and it came down to about the middle of your back.

"Hey." You smiled. I could tell you were a little apprehensive.

"I brought you something." I gave her a wink and sat the jar on the counter. She smiled. I nearly died. I have missed that smile so much.

"Pickles mommy! Pickles!" Stella exclaimed loudly.

The rest of the night went by without a hitch. I spent most of my time with Stella. We colored,talked, and watched a movie. I helped her with her nighttime routine and before I knew it it was bedtime.

"You wanna tuck her in?" Selena asked.

"Yeah. If you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind. She's yours too you know. Let me say goodnight real quick, then she's all your yours." She squeezed my arm as she walked by.

Once she left the room I walked over and sat next to Stella on her bed.

"Can you sing me to sleep mama?"

"Absolutely sweetheart." I noticed one of my old guitars in the corner of the room. I picked it up then settled into the chair next to her bed. Her big brown eyes watched me the whole time. A smile formed on her lips as I started to play.

When nightmares come
Keep you awake
Baby close your eyes
I'll take the weight
I wont speak
I will refrain and be the song
Just be the song

When inner scars
Show on your face
And darkness hides
Your sense of place
Well I won't speak
I will refrain and be the song
Just be the song

Flow down all my mountains
Darlin' fill my valleys
Flow down all my mountains
Darlin' fill my valleys
Flow down all my mountains
Darlin' fill my valleys

And when you run
Far from my eyes
Then I will come
In dead of night
But I won't speak
Till mornin' light
I'll be the song
Just be the song

She was asleep before the final chorus. I quietly put the guitar back where I found it and gave her a kiss on her forehead. She was everything to me. I promised myself that I would never leave her side no matter what.