LA, USA
June 1st
Miley's POV
About a week ago we told everyone I was pregnant via Instagram. That way I wouldn't have to always go around in baggy t-shirts and sweatshirts. Because that was starting to get annoying. I've gained a bit more since my last doctor visit with Dr. Cooper, about nine or ten pounds to be exact. I was very emotional lately. I've almost killed Liam more than I should. Whether it's been something not so serious or a bit more serious, either way, I've almost killed him. Now that everyone knew I was pregnant, I could be like a normal mom-to-be and post pictures of my belly and ultrasound pictures on Instagram-- which made me happy. The only thing I wasn't happy about...me not being able to fit into some of my clothes because I'm fat fat fat.
"Liam, I'm fat." I say. "I don't blame you if you don't love me anymore."
"Miley, you're not fat. You're sixteen weeks pregnant. You've gained ten pounds, yes. That doesn't mean I love you any less. Do you know how big the baby is yet?" Liam replies.
"About the size of an avacado is what I read online. Why?"
"I just wanted to know. That means he or she is this big." Then he makes the size of an avacado with his hands, and I smile. "There's that smile I love."
"Yeah, you love my smile...not my fat body." Then I start to cry. "I hate the way I look."
"Baby, shh. Miley, you're pregnant, yes. That doesn't mean you're fat." Then I glare at him and get angry.
"You. You did this to me you asshole." I say, pointing a finger at him.
"Miley!" Liam says, putting his hands in the air defensively. "If I do recall right...making babies is a team effort."
"Oh, so now you're blaming me for how I look." Then his eyes get wide.
"N- no I didn't mean it that way. Miley-"
"Don't you "Miley" me." I shout. "I can't believe you would have the guts to do this to me. Make me fat, then say it's my own fault for how I look!" Then I start to cry again.
"Miley, shh. Please. I didn't say it was your fault. Okay? Okay, fine...I'll take the blame."
"Great, you're pulling the guilt trip on me so I feel bad." I say, crying.
"No, Miley. I didn't mean- oh c'mon. Please don't cry." Then he wipes my tears, but I continue to cry. I hug him and put my head on his body and continue to cry. "Shh...it's okay, Miley. It's gonna be okay."
"No it isn't." I mumble into his body.
"Yeah it is." He argues.
"No. It isn't. Wanna know why?"
"Why Miley?" He asks.
"Because our one year anniversary is coming up and I can't even give you sex cause I won't want to!" I say, crying into his shirt.
"Is this what you're worried about?" He asks, pushing me back slowly so he could look into my face and I nod.
"Yeah." I say softly.
"Miles, I'm not angry that we won't have sex. What I am disappointed about is the fact you really think just because we can't have sex I'll be mad. Or the fact you say you're fat, when you're not. You're carrying our child, and I'm so so so happy for that. Okay? That's my mood. Happy. Not angry, okay?" Then I nod.
"I'm sorry. I guess I just kinda freaked out cause I'm scared." Then he wipes my tears, and I quit crying.
"Miley, I'm scared too. I'm afraid I'm gonna be a horrible dad. What if the baby doesn't even like me?"
"Liam, I doubt the baby will hate you. I doubt you're gonna be a horrible dad. What I don't doubt is that you're gonna be a great dad and this baby will love you." Then I kiss him. "Woah." I say, grabbing my stomach.
"What? What's wrong?" Liam asks, worried.
"Nothing. Here." Then I take his hand and put it on my stomach, and he smiles a big smile.
"The baby is kicking." He says, shocked.
"Yeah. This is the first time." I say with a smile.
"This is incredible. This just mades it even more real. I'm...this is...wow."
"I know, isn't it?"
"Miley, thank you so much." Liam says, then kisses me.
"For what?" I ask.
"For giving me a child." Then I roll my eyes. "What?"
"Cheesiest line ever." Then he grabs me and kisses me.
"Whatever. I still used it."
"Okay." I say.
"What'd you wanna do tonight?" He asks. It was about 8:00 PM. "Date night?" He suggests, then I sigh.
"I don't know..."
"What's wrong?"
"The baby has just made me really tired lately. It's like I can't even hardly stay awake anymore." Then I yawn.
"Did you wanna go to bed?" He asks.
"Hell no. It's only 8:00. I don't go to bed for at least three more hours."
"Well you're tired. I just figured you'd wanna go to sleep."
"Whatever." Then I go to our room and lie in bed.
"Miley, I didn't say you had to go to bed." Liam says, coming in the room.
"Mhm." I say tiredly. Next thing I know, I'm out like a light.
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