Think Lovely Thoughts

Twenty-Eight

Czech Republic
April 30th
Miley's POV

"Well little puppy..." Then I sigh. "I guess I'll have to find a better time to tell him I'm pregnant, huh?"

Then I hear the door open, and Braison comes in.

"You're pregnant?" He asks.

"Shh! Shut the door." Then he comes in and shuts the door. "Yeah."

"Cool puppy by the way. You're pregnant?"

"I think we've established that." I say.

"When did you find out?"

"Like a week ago or something like that."

"How far along are you?"

"I'm assuming almost three months."

"Already?! How do you know? Did you see a doctor?"

"No. But Liam and I had sex on March 1st so May 1st will be three months. Because March is one month, then April makes it two, then May makes three. I'm guessing that's how far I am though. I haven't been to a doctor yet though."

"Why not?"

"I wanted Liam to come with for the first time."

"Miley, you need to see a doctor." Braison says.

"I'll see one when Liam comes with." I snap. "I'm not going the first time without him."

"You need to see a doc, Miley. What if there's something wrong?" He replies.

"Well then I guess I won't find out until later then huh?" I snap.

"Well we know one thing that's for sure...you're mood swings? Yeah, already kicked in. Have you had any morning sickness?"

"No. Not once. But I'm not complaining."

"See? What if that means something is wrong?" He asks me.

"Nothing's wrong! Shut the fuck up!" I shout. "You don't know anything." Then I continue to pet the puppy.

"Whatcha gonna do with the pup?"

"I don't know...she needs a good home though, that's for sure." Then I kiss the top of her head, and Braison sighs. "What?" I ask my brother.

"I just think you're gonna be really good mom. The way you treat your animals and fans..." He says with a sympathetic face.

"Aw, thanks Braison. I hope I'm gonna be a good mom...I just don't know how to tell Liam. I suppose Liam will wanna be in your room again."

"Yes he will. Then he'll go on about how you're wrong, he's right, and how you guys don't need another animal. Then I'll have to sit there and either say nothing and let him go on, or agree. Which I do agree now that you're pregnant-- you don't need another animal."

"I know we don't need another animal. I wasn't even suggesting we did. I was telling Liam that we should find her a good home. He said I wasn't gonna send it to a shelter, and he was right. But I was gonna actually find her a good home. I was gonna talk to people that wanted a puppy and see if they would be a good owner." I explain.

"Well why don't you tell him that?"

"He won't believe me. I kinda pulled the "what if I do want another animal" thing..." I say.

"Oh." He says. "Maybe you shouldn't have done that then." Then I give him a "no duh" face.

"I know that. Will you just make him in a better mood please? Then I can drop the bomb."

"Drop the bomb? I thought you guys were gonna try when you were done touring." He replies.

"We decided to just wait until we were actually ready because we weren't even sure if we are right now. I can't have a baby, Braison. I'm not ready to have a baby!"

"Miley, you can. I know my sister. You're smart and brave. I know you can do this. Besides, you know you have to."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You won't give up the baby, and you won't abort it. So you obviously are gonna keep it no matter what. It's simple."

"True...I just don't know how to tell him. This is gonna be hard. I mean, I'm not ready for a baby...I don't think Liam is either."

"Well ready or not, you're having one. Or two. What if it's twins? How cool would that be?"

"Um, what's your definition of ''cool''? Because pushing not only one but two babies out of my hoo-ha doesn't sound "cool". Okay?" I reply.

"I mean it'll be twice the fun."

"And twice the crying, twice the diapers, twice the trouble. I can't handle one baby, how the hell would I handle two at once?"

"Well let's hope you don't have twins then. When will you tell Liam?"

"I have no fucking clue. I'm just hoping he'll understand and not be mad at me."

"Well you've known for a week. If you keep it from him for too long he'll probably get angry you didn't tell him sooner."

"I'll tell him...just...not now."

"Miley, you gotta tell him sooner or later."

"I pick later." I say.

"I'm giving you a week. One week, or I tell him."

"You wouldn't."

"You wanna play that game? Cause I will."

"Fine. I'll tell him in a week."

"Or sooner." Braison says, then raises an eyebrow.

"Fine."

"Now, is this what Noah was talking about when she said you "did" something?" Then I nod.

"Yeah."

"Well, I know you know you gotta tell Liam. He deserves to know, he is the father after all."

"I know I gotta tell him cause I'm keeping it. It's obvious I gotta tell him. I just...I just don't know how."

"Miley, if you need help, I can help you if you want."

"Thanks Braison. I'm gonna try to tell him, I'll have you there and if I can't do it on my own you can help." Then he smiles.

"Sounds good to me. Just let me know when that is."

"Can you try to make him in a better mood before I tell him?" I ask.

"Yeah, anything for you. Well I can try." Then I laugh.

"Thanks."

"No problem, sis. I'm gonna go now. See ya later."

"See ya." Then he leaves. Now he's gotta make Liam in a better mood. Then I can tell him...