Hey sorry it has been soooo long! I've been so busy with school and practicing that my inspiration as gone downhill for my stories. But I AM determined to complete them! So without further ado (about nothing) here's the next chapter for Triple Life! :) Hope you still enjoy it!

I looked at the nurse who still had wide eyes, not feeling very patient I said, "Please nurse, I need to prove that I am not pregnant for the press, would you be so kind and just get me a doctor who deals with this kind of stuff?" Finally she snapped out of her little daze.

"Follow me." I followed her through a door and down quite a long tiled hallway quickly, nurses and doctors had noticed me, I was just glad no paparazzi were here yet. She led me through an open door. "Just sit down, the doctor will be here shortly ma'am." I nodded as I sat down and made myself comfortable as I thought. I couldn't be pregnant. I couldn't afford it, I mean I wasn't even with Nick, would I tell him if I was? No. But what about Justin? Oh poor Justin, he was a good guy and now if he knew I was pregnant with someone else's child. No, I wasn't pregnant. I mean I have been sick a lot this past month, but it can't be because of that!

Soon the doctor came in and he smiled at me, "Welcome Ms. Montana. This nurse says that you want a pregnancy check?"

"Yes, and before this goes public, I need the answer myself. Don't tell anyone until I know okay?"

"Whatever you want. Now why don't you lay down and I'll get everything ready." Fairly soon he was checking on my stomach and taking pictures and whatnot. I bit my lip nervously. It just can't be true. "Oh dear."

"What!?" I screamed! Sitting up and forcing him to jump away in alarm.

"Ms. Montana, you are indeed pregnant."

"No!" Tears welled in my eyes, my life was supposed to be perfect, how could this happen?! Nick. It was his fault! He was the one that did this to me. I will kill him!

"Miss? Please lay back down, I need to check the status of the baby." I did not object even though I wanted to. I was pregnant, with Nick's baby and there was nothing else I could do about it. Unless. No. I would never kill my own child, that would be murder. Maybe put it up for adoption...the doctor's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Ma'am it seems to be a healthy baby so far. In a month you may come back to see the gender if you wish. Everything seems to be in order. Congratulations."

Congratulations? Congratulations?! This was no celebration, I had a career, a career to hold and now that I'm pregnant all my fans, all of the people who look up to me will now look upon me in shame. What have I done? Thankfully they left me alone in this room as I cried. Bawled and all I could think was that I was pregnant with a child whose father was the only person who I had ever loved. I pulled out my phone. Who should I make the call to first. Justin. Nick. Or my publisher? My career, my boyfriend, or the father of my child. I had to choose. Each second passing is what needs to be taken care of and what will be done for the rest of my life.

I decided that I had no choice. Hannah is gone. I dialed up my manager, "Hannah? Thank goodness you called, I found out you skipped school today, where are you? I'll come get you."

"John, slow down I'm fine. But tell press I'm done as Hannah. The rumors are true. I am pregnant. Just tell them Hannah has gone missing or something, it was nice working for you. Goodbye."

"Hannah-no-" But I had already hung up, I couldn't be a good role model if I was a teen mom plus trying to go to school. I teared up, it was just Nick's fault. All his fault! I stood up and walked out the door pulling the wig off my head, I didn't want to go out of the hospital crying as Hannah, I just wanted to be me. Miley. Nobody even glanced at me as I walked down the hallway that just an hour ago I was doubting that I wasn't pregnant. The nearest garbage can I saw I threw the wig in and never looked back as I walked to the outside. The sunlight blinded me as I pulled my phone to my ear as it dialed Emily's cell.

"Hannah. How'd it go?"

"No Hannah anymore Emily, I'm done. I just quit. Come get me?"

"Coming." She hung up and I let more tears flow. How could this have happened? Son Emily's car pulled up and I got in, she didn't comment on me not wearing my wig. "So Hannah's done for good?" She asked as we pulled away from the place I just recently now started to hate.

"For sure. I can't be a teen mom, go to school, and be a rockstar all at once. Just get me home."

I knew Emily had loads of questions for me, but I grateful she kept silent as she drove me home. Not even saying goodbye when we reached my house I got up and started up the walk. "Miley?" She called, I stopped and closed my eyes before turning around, "Don't do anything reckless please. I love you too much for anything to happen to you." With that she pulled away from my house as I watched her go, more tears pouring down my face. I knew I shouldn't have been so cruel to her, but what else was I supposed to do?

I walked in the house and prayed to god that daddy was still asleep for his afternoon nap, I was a little early to be home for school as it is really last hour for about fifteen minutes. But I wasn't about to go back to school after everything happened. I then went upstairs to my bedroom shut my door silently and locked it before I ran over to my bed clenched my pillow and sobbed myself to sleep. Things couldn't get any worse...

Nick's POV

I had read and seen rumors of Miley off the Internet and TV that she was pregnant, a whore, and many other names being called to her name and it made me angry. It wasn't to Miley personally, just her persona Hannah Montana. I sat in my room, papers of written music everywhere as I try and write another song about Miley that isn't successful. Since our departure of each other from the hospital in Caldwell, Idaho two months ago I've slowly gotten more and more insane. My parents think something happened, but of course I had promised Miley that I wouldn't tell anyone what had happened and I didn't. Sometimes I wish I had a best friend, but only having a tutor who only gets on your case for not doing your schoolwork isn't that great of an example.

So instead of talking to someone I've turned to my music thinking that if I write a song about Miley, it might ease the tension that's in my body. Because I know deep down, she's not alright. With all these false news reports how could she be alright at all. It must be getting into her core and putting down her self-esteem, but of course she can't handle anything much past a broken nail. At least, that was the way it was when I last really knew her. Sighing I closed the cap of my pen and put my guitar back in its place. I couldn't focus. I needed to get out.

So I then put on some shoes and got up and grabbed the car keys. I walked downstairs and out the front door. My parents were out of town doing some business again so I had the house to myself for the time being. I decided to take a drive around the area, maybe go up to where Miley lived. No. I can't do that, she never wanted to see me again. Dang it, why does she have to make this so difficult!

But my head wandered and soon I found myself pulling into Miley's High School. Cursing myself that I came here I was about to pull out when I noticed the familiar brunette girl whom I loved Miley was walking out of the school with her best friend Emily. Keeping the car non noticeable I decided that I would follow to wherever Miley went, maybe I had the chance to talk to her about what happened and apologize for what I had done. I followed there car, expecting them to go to Miley's house or even Emily's in case one of the two girls were sick, but no they were going out of town. Eventually I found myself coming to a hospital...So the rumors were getting to Miley, and now she was going to confirm that she wasn't pregnant. I watched as instead of Miley exit the car, a blond almost whitish hair did as Hannah stepped out and walked into the building. Emily drove out of the parking lot as I pulled into a space. I think it would be best just to wait here.

For at least an hour I waited and still no Hannah Montana came out of those doors, and yet I still waited. Maybe I should get out of the car and go and sit on the bench or something, but no, that could not happen either. People would ask me questions, I shouldn't. Just as I was making up my mind I saw her. Not Hannah, but Miley and she looked upset. She carried no wig and she looked like she had been crying. I know that face only to well, because that was a face she carried after we broke up for the longest time. I wanted to go and comfort her, but I didn't know what to do. Before I could do anything I watched Emily pull up and take her away.

I hadn't even restarted my car yet when I realized that the only reason Miley would be crying, is because it's true. Miley was pregant. With our child. I couldn't believe it. I was going to either have a baby boy or baby girl. But Miley doesn't know that I know, would she call me? Would she text? Would she just come and see me in person? I had hoped the latter, but I had no idea. I drove home. I was actually happy that I could potentially be a father. But Miley? She would be distraught. She was already living a double life. Could she really handle a third?