This Love

Cry Baby Cry

June 14, 2025
Malibu, USA
Miley's POV

"I can't do it." I say with tears in my eyes.

"Can't do what...?"

"Have another baby..." then I start to cry even harder, and Liam hugs me tight.

"Miley-"

"No Liam, I completely understand if you hate me." Then Liam pulls away and holds onto my arms, looking me in the eyes.

"Miley Ray Cyrus...I could never find any way to hate you. It isn't possible for me, it never has been possible, and it never will be possible." He wipes my tears, and sighs. "If you can't handle the risk of losing a baby, I'm okay with that. I'm scared too, but I'm still willing to try. Because we don't have a guarantee that we will lose a baby. You're strong, your body is strong."

"I'm sorry. I know how much you wanted this. I shouldn't have even made that appointment."

"But if you hadn't, and you did end up having a miscarriage when you could've prevented it from happening, you would've felt like shit. And no matter how much I'd tell you otherwise, you'd hate yourself and think you're a horrible person. What even are the chances of having a miscarriage with a weak cervix versus having a healthy cervix?" Liam responds.

"She said a weakened cervix can happen somewhere around one to two in every one hundred pregnancies. Twenty-five percent of second trimester miscarriages are because of a weakened cervix..."

"Well that's not very much, Miley. Only twenty-five percent of the second trimester miscarriages are because of a weakened cervix. So that's a really small chance, and second trimester miscarriages are really rare."

"But I was that one out of every hundred to develop a weakened cervix. What if I'm in that twenty-five percent?" I ask, then Liam embraces me.

"Stop worrying about those odds. The odds of us having a perfectly healthy baby are way higher. Please think about that." I pull away, and kiss him.

"I'm sorry...I just can't."

Then I walk into Liam's and my room and shut the door. I lie on my stomach with my face in my pillow, and start to cry again. It felt like I've been crying for a while, and Liam hasn't came in. I don't blame him, I'd be pissed too. I know how much he wants a baby...I really want one too, but I'm not physically or emotionally ready in case I miscarry. I know it's not a one hundred percent chance that I will, but I just don't wanna take the risk. My pillow had so many tears, I'm surprised it's not soaked. While I have my face buried in my pillow, I heard the door open.

"Go away." I mumble. I feel someone get on the bed and lie next to me. "Go away Liam."

"I'm not here to talk if you don't wanna talk. I'm here to hug you and make sure you know that everything is going to be okay." Then I turn on my side and face him.

"This was a horrible mistake." I say while crying, then Liam pulls me in close to him. I sob into his shirt and he kisses the top of my head. "I can't believe I even brought this whole thing up."

"When you brought it up you didn't know about what would happen at that appointment. And if you hadn't made that appointment, you could've gotten pregnant and possibly had a miscarriage. In a way, it's good you had that appointment. Because now you made up your mind."

"It isn't fair to you."

"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret...when you told me about your appointment and what Dr. Walsh said, I got really scared. I'm being brave because I know one of us has to, and you can't be which is completely fine. I don't wanna lose a baby either." Liam kisses the top of my head again as I continue to sob into his shirt.