Destiny Faith Hope

Twelve

-March 30th, 2021- -Miley's POV-

"Hello, Miley." Dr. Prescott says, greeting me.

"Hi." I say with a smile.

"How has the morning sickness been?"

"It's been better." I answer.

"Okay, lie down and lift up your shirt." Then I lie down on the table, and lift up my shirt. She squirts the warm goo on my stomach, and a little bit later I hear the baby's heartbeat, but it sounds weird.

"Why does the heartbeat sound weird? It didn't sound like this when I was pregnant with Destiny Faith. Is there something wrong?" I ask worried. There can't be anything wrong.

"There isn't anything wrong...both babies look just fine." Huh?

"Ha ha ha, that's funny but I'm not falling for that this time." I say, remembering when she joked about me having twins last time.

"No Miley, I'm not kidding this time." Then she points to the screen. "See this here? That's one baby. Then the other one is right here." Then she points to another part of the screen.

"Okay." I say, in complete shock.

"I'll see you in six weeks. You should be about fifteen weeks then, alright?" Then I wipe the goo off my stomach and nod before she leaves. Twins? Twins? Twins? How? Unless they're Nick's...

When I got home, Patrick was waiting for me on the couch with Destiny.

"Well? How'd it go?" He asks, standing up.

"Twins." Then he stares at me in shock.

"What? But how?"

"Mommy what does twins mean?" Destiny asks.

"It means there are two babies inside me at once." I say, then Destiny opens her mouth on shock.

"Woah!" She says.

"Yeah, are you happy?" I ask.

"Yes." Then she runs off to her room.

"Miley, are you joking?" Then I show him the ultrasound pictures.

"See? One baby, and the second baby. I'm not playing, Patrick. I'm having twins. Okay?" I say.

"Okay. I'm just freaking out." Then he sits on the couch.

"I am too. At least you don't have to push them out." I reply.

"You could always have a C-Section." He suggests.

"And ruin this body?" I ask, pointing to my body. "I think I'll just stick with stretch marks."

"Okay. So we're seriously having twins?"

"We? You mean me. Yes, I am having twins."

"Miley, how did this happen? I thought we couldn't have kids."

"Me too." Then I start to walk out of the room to avoid eye contact.

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-March 31st, 2021- -Miley's POV-

I was out with Patrick and Destiny when some paparazzi came up to us.

"Miley, are you pregnant?" Someone asks.

"Yes." I admit. I wasn't going to lie. "With twins."

"Is Patrick the father?" Someone else asks.

"Of course he is! Why wouldn't he be?" I lie. Okay, okay. So I have to lie about this one. After we got done answering questions some fans came up to us and we took pictures with them and signed autographs. Then we went to a pizza place to have some food.

"Eat your pizza, Destiny." I say while eating my pizza.

"I'm not hungry." Destiny replies.

"Destiny, eat." I say sternly.

"No." She snaps. I look at Patrick and he smiles.

"Patrick, she's your daughter too. Tell her to eat her pizza."

"Destiny Faith." Patrick says. "Please eat your food." Then Destiny grabs her pizza and takes a bite.

"How did you-"

"I am her father, she listens to me too you know."

"Yeah and apparently listens to you better than me." I say with a frown.

"Well it isn't my fault you yelled at her. All I did was ask nicely."

"Whatever." I snap. "Let's just go." I say then shove my empty plate to the side.

"Destiny isn't finished, neither am I."

"Take it to go." Then he goes and gets to-go boxes and puts the pizza inside of them. Then I grab Destiny's hand and walk her to the car. After we all are in the car and buckled up I looked at Patrick.

"You don't always have to be an ass." I snap.

"And you don't always have to be so moody, you know." He snaps back.

"I'm pregnant, jerk, I have a right to be hormonal. What's your excuse?"

"I'm not hormonal. I'm just saying that you don't need to be as moody as you are. I get that you're pregnant, but that isn't any excuse. You can control most of it. Or learn."

"What the hell is your problem?! Ever since I told you I was pregnant you have been freaking out about everything. You need to chill out!" Then he looks at me in disbelief.

"Whatever. Do you really think we should be fighting in front of our daughter?" He says.

"Just shut the hell up and start the damn car and drive." Then he starts the car and starts driving to my house.

When we arrived at my house I unlocked the house and let Destiny go inside while Patrick and I talked.

"What is your problem?" I ask Patrick.

"What?" He asks confused.

"You heard me."

"What the hell do you mean? What is my problem? What's your problem?" Then I violently push him on the ground.

"What the hell?!" I say, tearing up. "Why would you say that? To me? To a pregnant hormonal woman?" Then I walk up to my door. "Don't text me...don't call me...don't come by my house...we're-"

"We're what?"

"Done."