Czech Republic
May 2nd
Miley's POV
Three days until I perform my last concert for my M5 tour. I had four more days to tell Liam about the baby, otherwise Braison would tell him. And I don't want my husband finding out that we're gonna be parents by my brother, he needs to know it from me. I was now three months pregnant. I honestly couldn't believe how fast this tour has gone by. And in just six months Liam and I were gonna have a baby...
"Hey." Noah says, coming in my room. "Did you tell Liam yet?" Then I sigh.
"No. But now Braison knows."
"Oh by the way, what are you gonna do with the puppy?"
"Ugh, I have no idea. I wanna find her a home, but I wanna find her a good home. I think I have an idea, but they're in LA." I say, petting the little pitbull.
"Who is it?" Noah asks.
"Nobody you need to worry about. I wanna give her to a good home, and I have one in mind. I just need Liam to agree on taking her to the US. Hopefully me telling him I'm pregnant will lighten his mood. But to tell him, I need Braison to get Liam to talk to me." I explain.
"Okay. Didn't Braison only give you a week though?" She replies.
"Yeah. I've got four days though. I still have time."
"What if Braison lied and he's gonna tell Liam before the week is up?"
"Noah, he won't do that."
"Well, I still think you should tell Liam sooner than four days."
"Braison said he'd be there for me when I told Liam."
"Ooh, can I be there?!" She asks excitedly.
"Why?"
"I wanna see Liam's reaction. Whether it's good or not, I wanna see his reaction."
"Fine." I say. "But you don't say one word. Okay?" Then she nods.
"My lips are sealed." Then she pretends to lock her mouth and throw away a key.
"Thank you." Then she nods.
"You have three days until your concert, maybe you could tell him after the concert." Noah suggests.
"Maybe, I don't know though. It'll be kind of late."
"Miley, stop making up excuses to not tell him. He's gonna find out. Either by you or by Braison. I'm sure you know you're the one that should tell him. Not Braison." Noah says.
"Okay so maybe you're right. But Liam won't even talk to me right now."
"Ask Braison to get Liam to talk to you."
"That's what he's doing right now. He's working on getting Liam in a better mood so Liam will talk to me."
"Ohh, okay. Well I hope that's soon."
"Hopefully." I say.
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Czech Rebublic
May 5th
Miley's POV
"I have one more day, I can tell him tomorrow." I tell Braison.
"Whatever. You keep putting it off and putting it off, he seriously needs to know Miley."
"I know, I know. Is he in a better mood?" I ask.
"Kind of. Tell him tonight. I'll be right here with you."
"I know, and now Noah will too."
"What?" Braison asks.
"She wanted to be there. I have no idea why. All she said was that she wanted to see Liam's reaction...I uh- I think I'm gonna tell him tonight."
"About damn time." Wait, I have a question."
"Yeah Braison?"
"If you're three months, because it's May, how come you aren't showing?"
"I don't know, sometimes women don't start showing until they're four months." I reply. "Maybe I'm one of those women."
"Or-"
"Don't you fucking dare." I say. "Don't say it." Then I shake my head.
"Okay, I won't." He says, throwing his hands up in the air defensively. "I won't."
"Thank you. Besides, I know I'm pregnant, I've still got the mood swings, I've gotten strange cravings, and I actually did gain one pound. It just doesn't look like I have." Then I sigh.
"What?"
"I'm gonna get fat." Then I start to cry.
"Miley, Miley, shh. Don't cry. Please, don't cry. You're not gonna be fat, you'll be pregnant."
"That's still fat." Then I stop crying, and get angry. "Liam did this to me! How fucking dare he!"
"Miley! Calm the hell down, he'll hear you then come in and demand to know what's wrong. That's the last thing you need right now cause you're gonna perform in a little while. You need to get ready and go, actually." He says, looking at his phone. Then I take a deep breath, and breathe out.
"Okay. Is he coming?" I reply.
"I don't know. He said he was gonna think about it. He's in a better mood, though, so that's good." Then I nod.
"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna get ready. I'll meet you or whoever's coming...I'll meet ya on the bus."
"Okay." He says, nodding. Then he walks out of my room, and I sigh.
When I got on the bus, I looked around but I didn't see Liam. I saw Braison and Noah, but no Liam. I just figured he didn't wanna come. It's fine, Miley. You can still tell him after the concert. You have to. Or Braison will tell Liam, and you don't want that. I say to myself.
"Okay, now go get ready and get out there. Perform like you always perform. Don't let the baby and Liam stop you from performing good." Noah says.
"I won't, Noah. Don't worry, okay? I'll be fine, geez. Now leave me the hell alone!" Then I go to get ready.
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After my concert, I got on the bus with Noah and Braison. When we got to the hotel, I went into my hotel room with Noah. Braison was gonna get Liam to come in. When Braison and Liam came in, Braison shut the door and looked at me. I was sitting on the bed with the little pitbull puppy in my lap, Noah standing by a wall, Liam standing in front of me, and Braison by Noah. I took a deep breath, and prepared myself for what was about to come.
"Liam..." I start to say.
"No Miley. I don't wanna hear it. If you're gonna try to tell me or convince me to keep the puppy, I'm gonna leave."
"Liam, it isn't about the puppy. It's about us."
"What? You're gonna break up with me just cause I won't let you keep the dog?"
"Liam-"
"Are you gonna not get a house with me now?"
"Liam-"
"Well I don't care. I love you, but I don't want another animal!"
"Liam!"
"What?!"
"I'm pregnant."
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