Reality

17

Miley's POV

A bulky weigh jumped into the empty spot next to me; ricketing the bed. My eyes shot open and I looked at the digital clock that said 2:15 AM. I turned to the rock that caused the quake.

"Nick?"

"Mmh," He grumbled.

"Did you just got home?"

"Uh," He hesitated "No."

I reached over for the light and turned it on, it made him squint and frown. I noticed he was still in jeans and shirt "Yes you were!"

"Whoops," He muttered wearily.

"Let me take the show's coverage off of you. You're working too hard." I said demandingly.

"Baby, I'm fine. You should worry about you,"

"Nick, I'm pregnant not dying. You're overworked. Please take a day off, the whole idea of creating sufficient content before I show a bump also meant balance. The show's about me too, you know. Sooner or later they're gonna want me, let me turn myself in before they ask."

"And what are you going to do? Fire your 6th wedding planner?"

"I may not be doing as much as you, but it doesn't make it less interesting. Besides, it's not about that. I want you to take a break...if you don't I'm not going to give birth,"

"What the..." He muttered "You can't do that?" He said, more like a question.

"I'm a pregnant woman, I'm more powerful than God." I shook his arm "Let me do this,"

He grumbled "Will it shut you up and let me sleep?"

"Yes, I'll let you sleep for a whole day."

"Fine." He said, reaching over and turning off my light "Goodnight babe."

I turned myself in but not sleeping, thinking of what drama I could bring to the show.

---

"I do agree the wedding planning debacle is getting boring," Eliot the director said to me the next day when I brought up my concern, I had called him before my shooting is due "I'll run it with the writers, but do you have some ideas on your own?"

"Um...I could take a trip?" I said, it was on the top of my head. The silence on the other end tells me it's not good enough "...With all my friends as a bachelorette party?"

I heard a spark in Eliot's voice "That's a good idea...we could have some guest stars or cameos. Invite a lot of your closest celebrity friends."

"Sounds good,"

There was a pause, I imagine Eliot rubbing his chin "How do you feel about throwing an ex-boyfriend in the mix?"

I almost choked "What?"

"For drama purposes, of course. We'll tell them beforehand. We'll have a convincing script, it'll be like a moment of contemplation for you...would you really want to marry Nick."

"Of course I do! That sounds horrible!"

"Okay, okay, okay..." He stopped me "We'll make one of your friends say a comparing statement. Maybe an innuendo, and you can play it out however you like."

"My friends would never be insensitive enough to tell me to drop my fiancee for a dumb ex. What kind of people do you think I hang around with?" I was getting angry, and I know I shouldn't. Hormones?

"I see. Okay then, here's an idea. We don't even have to invite him, we'll just say he's there and create drama around it. We'll bleep his name so it won't create much gossip...but I still want one of your friends to mention how good he looks. Is that too much?" Now he's the one getting impatient.