Take the Hope for a Good Life

Eleven

LA, USA
April 30th
Miley's POV

I haven't gotten pregnant yet, so I had Dr. Walsh up my perscription to one-hundred millograms. Liam and I have been trying every  week. I've been taking a pregnancy test every couple weeks. River couldn't be more excited we were trying for a baby. He kept asking if there was a baby inside me yet. Each time he asked I became sad, but then he cheered me up by telling me something nice or funny.

"Mommy!" River says, scaring me. I was resting my eyes on the couch.

"What baby?"

"Your phone rang."

"Oh, can you bring it to me?" I ask, then he runs and brings me my phone. "Thanks cutie."

"You welcome mommy." Then he sits next to me on the couch and I check my messages then River runs into his room. It was a message from my record producer. I called him back, and he answered almost right away.

"Hey Miley."

"What's up?" I ask.

"How about another album? You've been recording songs and haven't released any. How about those for a new album?" He asks.

"Um, I don't know if an album is a good idea, I'm gonna be busy for a few months and can't go on tour."

"That's fine, just make an album. You can go on tour some other time. I just think it's time for another album."

"Okay, cool." I reply. "When do you want me in the studio? I can't right now I'm watching River. Liam's out."

"Tonight?" He asks.

"Fine. What time?"

"How about 5:00?"

"Sounds cool to me, I'll tell Liam. Bye." I say, then hang up.

When Liam got back, I greeted him with a kiss.

"Hey, guess what."

"What?" Liam asks.

"My record producer called. He wants me to make a new album."

"That's great! When do you go into the studio?"  He replies.

"5:00 tonight. Is it okay if you take on River for a few hours?"

"Yeah it's fine. He's my kid too, I can handle him."

"Okay. The minute I get back we'll have some alone time."

"We'll have all night, River will be in bed."

"Perfect." I say, then kiss him.

"Yes. So, it's 4:00 now, do you wanna go ahead and go?" Then I sigh.

"I suppose I better." Then I kiss him again. "River needs dinner, and I want him in bed by 7:00 no later, okay?"

"Baby, I'm your husband, I'm River's father. I know the drill." Then I laugh.

"Okay, okay. I gotta go." Then I kiss him again. "Bye River!" I shout, then he comes racing out of his room and hugs me.

"Bye mommy." He says, then I pick him up and kiss him on the cheek. "Have fun."

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LA, USA
May 1st
Miley's POV

"How'd everything go? Sorry I wasn't awake to say goodnight. You came home really late." Liam says when I wake up.

"I'm sort, Liam. They wanted me at a party, so I went."

"And they told you to forget about your husband and son?"

"Liam, I-"

"Miley, knock it off. You know how much I worry about you when you don't come home without even calling me. Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?" I ask.

"Not call me! Why?!"

"Liam, don't yell. River will hear you." I say.

"Maybe he needs to hear how selfish you are. Maybe-" then he stops and smells me. "What the hell have you been doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"No wonder. I thought you were sober, Miley."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I can smell the fricking weed and beer Miley. I thought you were sober!" He yells.

"Shh! River will hear you!" Then I push him.

"You're still drunk aren't you? Is that how late you came in? How many beers did you have?!"

"Stop assuming things, Liam." Then I push him again.

"Miley, I'm not gonna hurt you. You are drunk, but I'm not gonna be mean like you are!" Then I push him again.

"You don't know anything! Maybe someone spilled it on me." I lie.

"Yeah? Then why does your breath smell like beer? And weed?! What the hell Miley! What if you're pregnant!"

"Oh we both know I'm not!" Then I shove him hard and he shoves me back. I slap him and shove him, then he shoves me. "Fuck you!" I scream.

"Mommy stop!" River exclaims.

"Oh now my son is telling me what to do?! What the fuck did you teach him?! That girls are no good?!" I scream at Liam.

"No!" Then he shoves me. "I didn't teach him that, he wants you to stop!" Then I shove him and he slaps me. I punch him in the face, which hurts my hand like hell, then grab my fist and glare at him.

"You're an ass! Get out of my house!" I yell. "And take the cry baby spoiled brat with you!" Then he grabs River, his keys, and his phone then leaves. I sit on the couch and put my hands in my face and start to cry.

"What the fuck have I done?" I ask myself.