Think Lovely Thoughts

Thirty-Four

LA, USA
May 14th
Miley's POV

"I gotta have an abortion." I say.

"You gotta what?" Liam asks, standing in the doorway.

"Liam, I- I can explain. I-"

"What? What can you explain? You don't want the baby? You wanna have an abortion instead? You wanna kill an innocent little baby?! I thought you loved kids..."

"Liam, I do. I just-"

"Don't want one right now. I get it. You're not ready. Miley, neither am I. You think I'm really ready to take on a baby? News flash: I'm not ready. But I do want this baby. I can't believe you're gonna kill a baby!"

"Liam-"

"No, don't pull the "it's not a murder, it's only a fetus" bullshit. I'm not gonna take it! It has a heartbeat for crying out loud!" He shouts. "I'm not gonna let you stand there, and tell me all that shit. If you don't want the baby- fine. Just don't kill it! If you really don't want a baby and you really aren't ready...divorce me, and let me keep the baby." Then I start to cry again.

"Liam, you don't understand. I-"

"No Miley! For fucks sake I'm not letting you do this! I don't care anymore about us. If you're gonna kill an innocent little baby...we're done." Then he leaves and slams the door behind him.

"What have I done?" I say to Milky.

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LA, USA
May 14th
Miley's POV

I looked everywhere for Liam, except his brother Chris' house. I slowly walked up to the door and approached the doorbell. My hand was shaking when I rang it. Soon later Chris stood in the doorway.

"Hey Miley, I figured you'd be here soon. He's in the living room." Chris says sympathetically.

"Chris, for the record I-"

"I know. You were only thinking about it. I know that's different from deciding to do it...but I still think it's wrong to even consider it." Then he gestures for me to come in.

"Hey Liam." I say quietly. He was sitting on the couch with his face in his hands. Then he looks up at me.

"Miley..."

"No. I- I understand how you feel. I don't want another lecture. I uh...I know I was considering it...but-" Then I start to cry. "But I realized...I realized I- I can't do it. I mean...I know how much you love it already and-" Then Liam stands up.

"Miley."

"No, I- I get it." I say in between sobbing. "I just- I was unsure about everything. After seeing that I just- I freaked out for a little bit. I- I- I can't do this. I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna- you're gonna h- hate me. But- but I'll get it- I- I'll understand."

"Miley, I don't hate you." He says, walking up to me.

"What?" I say, still crying.

"Shh, Miley, shh." Then he lifts my head up. "I love you, Miley. I understand you're scared. I am too. But I know you can do this. You're stong, independent, and most of all...you're an amazing wife. Do you know what that means?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"N- no."

"It means you're also gonna be an amazing mom. Wanna know how I know that?" Then I nod, and he wipes my tears. "I know this because I see how you treat others. I see how you treat your fans. You don't hate on anyone. Sure, you dislike people. Doesn't everyone? I see how you treat your animals. I see how you treat me. Miley Ray Cyrus, do you know why I signed up to be your husband?"

"Why?" I ask.

"I knew what I was getting into. I knew who I was gonna be challenged by. I knew we were gonna make a great couple, and great parents."

"You- you really think I'm gonna be a good mom?"

"I didn't say that. I said an amazing mom. There's a difference. A good mom makes their kids feel good. An amazing mom makes their kids feel amazing. Like how you treat me amazing. Whether we have sex or not, you still treat me amazing. You still treat me..." Then he sighs. "Like no one's ever treated me before." Then I start to cry again.

"Fuck you."

"What?!" He asks, confused. "What'd I do?!"

"You're fucking with my feelings. You're making me cry dammit." Then he smiles and wipes my tears.

"I'm sorry." He says, then kisses me.

"It's okay." Then I sigh.

"What's wrong?"

"I still don't know if I can do this..." I say scared.

"Miles, I'm gonna be by your side every step of the way. All of the mood swings, the cravings, the kicks from the baby, the water breaking, the contractions, and the birth of the baby you're making right now. You're so amazing for this. I couldn't do what you're doing right now. Not only cause it's physically imposible...but because you're so much stronger than I am right now. I couldn't do this. Ever." Then I smile, and he kisses me passionately on the lips for about five seconds.

"Thanks for saying all of that. Even though you're obviously not gonna be by my side every step of the way."

"Yes I am. Who says I'm not gonna be?"

"You're gonna get some call for a movie or something. Or a TV show...or-"

"And I'll politely decline. I'll say my wife needs me more than ever right now, because you do."

"No. No way am I gonna be the one to ruin your career. Mine will be, but not yours."

"You can stil make music." He says.

"Yeah, okay. Wanna play that game? Fine. If I'm still making music, you're gonna still do movies and shit. Got it?" Then he sighs.

"Fine. Whatever you say."

"Good. Now...can we go home? I wanna get out of here. No offence, Chris.."

"None taken." He says. Then Liam and I leave. Thankfully Liam walked, so we just took my car home.

"How the hell'd you walk all the way from our house to Chris'?" I ask while driving.

"I walked part of the way, then got a ride from Chris." He explains.

"Okay. So whatcha wanna do when we get home? Please no doctor shows." I say, then he laughs.

"No worries. How about we just relax?"

"I'm down for relaxing."

"Yup, just chilling."

"Good." I say.

When we got home, we got settled on the couch and I cuddled next to Liam. We cuddled for a bit, then went somewhere to eat dinner, then when we got home we each took a shower, then climbed into bed. I cuddled up next to Liam and quickly fell asleep. I was happy we weren't fighting anymore. And I'm happy I decided to keep the baby. Even though I'm not ready. Liam said he'd stay by my side though, so I'm greatful for that.