This Love

The Way I Feel

February 3rd, 2025
Malibu, USA
Miley's POV          

"Liam...I'm pregnant."

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"Miley...Miley...Miley..." Then I wake up and look around. I was in bed, and Liam was trying to wake me up. Oh my god.

"It was just a dream." I say to myself, relieved.

"What was a dream?"

"It seemed so real, I honestly can't believe how real it was..." Then I get a strange feeling in my stomach. I stand up and rush to the bathroom to vomit.

"You okay?" Liam asks me, holding my hair back. Oh. My. God.

"No..." I say after I finish. I rinse my mouth out with mouthwash and sit on our bed. "No."

"Miley, babe, what's wrong?"

"What day is it?"

"February 3rd, why?" He answers.

"Did we use protection on our wedding night? You probably don't remember huh?"

"I'm pretty sure we did. We had a lot of sex, but I'm pretty sure we did. Miley, you're worrying me, what's up?"

"I think I'm pregnant." Then Liam freezes.

"A- are you sure? I mean, you just now threw up. You haven't even taken a pregnancy test yet."

"Why do you seem so worried?" I ask.

"I don't know...I mean, do you really think we should have another baby?"

"Why not?"

"Well, I just don't know if you'd wanna go through it all again. Think about yourself. Your body image would change, you'd get mood swings, you'd vomit a lot, you'd be tired...and you'd have to give birth again. I'm just thinking about you, I really love you." Then I start to tear up.

"Liam, you're so sweet. Honestly though, I really don't want another but at the same time I wouldn't hate having another. I'm fine either way."

"I feel the exact same way, I just didn't wanna persuade you in either direction."

"I love you so much." I say, then kiss him.

"But...you still haven't taken a pregnancy test, you don't know if you're pregnant for sure." Liam says.

"I know. Do you mind going and getting a couple tests when you go get Cece and Leo later?"

"Yeah, you sure you don't want to?"

"I'm sure."

"Any specific kind?"

"Not really. When do you go?" I reply.

"Um..." Then Liam looks at his phone. "In about thirty minutes."

"Wait, it's not morning?" Then Liam laughs.

"No, you took a nap, remember?"

"Oh...it just seemed like morning." Then Liam kisses me, and I sigh.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" Liam assumes, and I nod. "Don't be, everything will turn out fine."

"Noah and I will have babies literally only a few months apart."

"Huh, how about that. You're not telling anyone yet though, right?"

"Of course not, not when we don't even know the result." I reply. "Besides, if I'm not pregnant then we don't have to tell anyone. We can just forget about it."