A/N: This one has a slightly different format, but I wanted to give you pieces of their lives. So I hope you enjoy.

Part 15: Happily Ever After

December 2011

Snuggled together, Lilly and Miley woke up to the alarm with a smile on their faces. Today was the day, they day they were finally getting married. Against the insistence of several family members, the two girls objected to the idea of spending the night apart. Nothing about their relationship had happened in the most traditional sense so why start now?

They had however chosen their dresses in secret from one another, so after a few soft kisses, they went their separate ways to get ready for the day. They had decided to have a small ceremony on the ranch so Lilly stayed in their bedroom while Miley headed inside the main house to have her two grandmothers' help her.

Pictures were constantly snapped as the two got dressed so that they would have a record of the day.

There was a slight chill in the air, it being December after all, but that wasn't going to stop either girl from having the outdoor wedding they both wanted. Their dresses each came with matching jackets that didn't detract from beauty of them. The wedding party was also similarly dressed as well as the guests.

With determination in her eyes, Lilly walked down the aisle first, sharing a smile with her best man. Oliver was still adjusting to the situation, but he vowed to be there for the two girls he loved so much. He could see the love between them in the simplest of touches. Something he'd never shared with Lilly. He was starting to realize they were never meant to be.

When Lilly turned to see her love walking towards her, she had to hold in the gasp at how beautiful, Miley was. The other girl had to do the same, smiling as she studied the long blonde curls flowing down Lilly's back.

Tears were shed by all that was present as the two girls shared their vows. While each knew of the big step they were taking today, it wasn't scary. They knew this was the direction their lives were meant to take. They'd loved each other for so long.

"I love you, so much," Miley whispered just before kissing her new wife for the first time as a married couple.

"I love you, too," Lilly smiled once they pulled apart.

"Let's get the reception over so I can have you all to myself," Miley smirked, dragging Lilly towards the tent that had been set up a few yards away. Inside several small heaters allowed their guests to warm up and enjoy the rest of the night dancing and eating.

"I love you, Lilly Truscott, my wife," Miley whispered in her wife's ear as they shared their first dance as a married couple.

"Lilly Stewart," Lilly corrected, forcing Miley to look at her in confusion. "I'm changing my name."

"You don't have to do that," Miley argued, but secretly she was pleased.

"Yes I do. Someday we'll have kids and I want us to all have the same last name." She'd given it a lot of thought and finally decided she'd already been living as a Stewart for a long time, it was only right to make it official.

"Lilly and Miley Stewart," Miley agreed, excited to start the next chapter of their lives.

January 2014

"Welcome back, Hannah. You too Lola," Ellen greeted as the two women walked into the studio.

"It's good to be back," Hannah told the older woman, giving her a quick hug, allowing her wife to do the same. Sitting down on the red couch, she pulled Lola's hand into her lap, entwining their fingers.

"The last time you were here was to announce you engagement," Ellen says, remembering back to that day. "Seems like its still going well," she gestures to their hands.

"It's going really well. We just celebrated our two year anniversary and have just really enjoyed being married in general. Everyday feels like a new adventure," Hannah gushes.

"I know what you mean," Ellen smiles.

The two young women share a few stories of things they'd been up to in the last couple years, before getting back to reason they'd scheduled this interview.

"You said you had news you wanted to share," Ellen prompts, getting the conversation started.

Hannah squeezes Lola's hand, feeling the support of her wife. "Yes I did. I'm happy and sad to announce that as of February 1st I will be retiring from recording." Gasp go throughout the audience as everyone studies the person next to them, silently asking if the other person had any idea about that.

"You're still so young. Why have you decided to retire now?" Ellen asks.

"It wasn't an easy decision let me tell you, but I feel like it's the best one to make for myself and my family," Hannah begins. "Later this year I'll be starting my last year of college and it's been so hard to keep up as it is with all the traveling I've been doing. And missing Lola when I'm gone. We've been talking about starting a family too once we graduate, so I would want to be home more if that happens. I'll probably never leave music entirely, it's my passion, but I'm ready to step behind the scenes and help other artists get their time."

"You think you'll start your own label?"

"I could see myself doing that someday down the road," Hannah admitted.

"Well we'll all be excited to see what you do next. I wish you the best of luck," Ellen tells them, closing the interview.

No one knew that the next time they'd be seeing her, it wouldn't be as Hannah Montana, but as Miley Stewart.

June 2016

Miley paced back and forth across her Malibu home, waiting impatiently for Lilly to get home. It was the same house Miley and her family had moved into when they arrived in California. Miley had bought it from her father shortly after they graduated college, wanting a place of their own. She was grateful her father never got around to selling it.

As cliché as it sounded, she got to have the best of both worlds. Live in the home she'd first fell in love with her wife, and still spend time out in the open on her father's ranch. It was the dream she'd always wished for.

Hearing the sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway, Miley moved to the door to open it for the other woman. "It's about time," Miley muttered. She quickly tried to shed her irritation, knowing Lilly had no idea she was so impatient for her to get home.

As soon as Lilly was in the door, she grabbed her hand pulling her up the stairs. "Slow down, Miles. Where's the fire?" Lilly joked, not knowing what was going on with her wife.

Lilly became even more confused when Miley pulled her into the bathroom and not the bedroom like she'd previously believed. Usually Miley only drug her upstairs like this when she was extremely horny.

When Lilly saw the pregnancy test sitting on the counter, she turned to Miley with wide eyes. "Are you?" she silently whispered.

"I don't know. I was too nervous to take it. Plus I wanted you to be here when I did, but I think so," Miley admitted. She was late and her mood swings had been all over the place lately. They had been trying for so long, it didn't seem possible it was finally happening.

"Well take it," Lilly encouraged, pushing Miley towards the test. Miley had taken so many of these tests in the past she didn't need to read the instructions, instead getting right into, knowing Lilly was there with her.

This was going to be the last time they tried to get pregnant. If it didn't happen, they were going to take a break for a couple months and then let Lilly try. Miley was really hoping it worked this time, she really wanted to be the one to carry their first child.

Several agonizing minutes later, the two women stared down in wonder at the test in Miley's hand. "I don't believe it," the brunette exclaimed. "We finally did it."

Lilly pulled Miley to her placing a kiss on her lips. "Yes we did." They knew they needed a doctor to confirm it, but for the first time the home test wasn't negative and for that they were excited.

February 2017

"This was not how I pictured spending Valentine's Day," Miley groaned as another contraction hit her full force. They were supposed to be at home, having a picnic on the living room floor like they'd planned. But no, their little monster decided today was the day he or she wanted to be born. They'd jokingly taken to calling the baby monster when it was clear their child didn't want to let Miley get any sleep at night.

Lilly wiped Miley's forehead with a cool washcloth trying to soothe her. "Just a little bit longer and Monster will be here," Lilly told her softly. "You can do it," she whispered.

"It hurts though," Miley whined.

"I know it does. But it's almost over with," Lilly promised. "Then our baby will be here and you'll forget all about it."

"I highly doubt that," Miley tried to joke around the pain.

"Alright, push," their doctor encouraged.

Minutes later they both heard the sound they had been waiting for, for so long as their baby let out a wail. "It's a boy," the doctor announced, holding him up for both his mother's to see.

"We have a boy," Lilly said in awe.

After cleaning him up, a nurse brought him back over, laying him in Miley's arms. "He's gorgeous," Miley exclaimed. "He looks just like you," she told her wife, running her hands through the wisps of blonde hair.

They didn't think it would ever be possible, but technology had finally advance enough that their little boy was just that, theirs. Miley was never so grateful to have the money she had so that she didn't even have to blink an eye when she wrote the check for the expensive procedure. Not when she could look at her little boy and see Lilly's features mixed with her own.

"Hunter Montana Stewart," Lilly said the name she'd been thinking of for awhile out loud.

"Montana?" Miley asked, curious about the middle name. She liked the name Hunter though so she didn't even bother to disagree with that one.

"Well if it wasn't for Hannah Montana, who knows where we'd be," Lilly told her logically. "I think in a weird way, it fits."

"Hunter Montana it is then," Miley agreed.

Later they'd add several more kids to their little family, each one bringing more adventures and more love, but right there in that hospital room, Miley and Lilly both had everything they'd ever wanted.

The End

Thanks for all those that have stuck with me through the years of writing this story.