Chapter 446 – Beginning with a Daring Encounter

“What did you do when you first got the news? Why didn’t you call?” Amy asked, and Miley sighed.

“It took a while for it to actually sink in. I don’t think I’ve completely come to terms with it yet either. So how do you expect me to tell anyone else about it when I’m yet to believe it myself?” Miley asked, not really expecting an answer.

“You remember all those headaches I was always complaining about?” She asked, and when Amy gave her a nod she continued, “Well, apparently they weren’t mere headaches. And then one day I was in the middle of a meeting with this lovely couple who wanted to have their wedding reception at the hotel, and I almost passed out because of the intensity of the pain. My usual pain relief medication was no longer effective, and it was at that point I realized I needed to visit my doctor,” Miley said, and Amy listened without interrupting her.

“You can’t imagine how hard I laughed when he told me I had a tumor growing in my brain. At first I thought it was a sick joke, but then I was the only one laughing in the room. I asked if it wasn’t a joke, and he looked me dead in the eyes and said he wished it was. And then I felt goose pimples all over my body. It was summer, the weather was very hot, but I was suddenly feeling very cold. I didn’t say another word to him. I picked up my handbag and I left his office,” Miley said, a distant look in her eyes even though she was looking right at Amy.

“You know what I did? I went straight to the penthouse suite from there and I crawled under my sheets and slept. Hoping that by the time I wake up I would realize it was just a nightmare or maybe something miraculous would have happened. I’m twenty-five, Amy. For fuck’s sake, I’m fucking twenty-five! Why do I have to die now?” Miley asked, and Amy swiped at the tears running down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Miley. I’m so sorry this is happening. You don’t deserve any of this,” Amy said, her lips trembling as she spoke.

“I know I don’t deserve this, so why is it happening to me? I don’t want to die, Amy. I don’t want to die!” Miley asked as tears flowed freely down her cheeks, and Amy embraced her.

“I can’t promise that I will make you feel better, but I can promise to be here for you in anyway you want me to. I’ve got you, Miley. Now and always,” Amy promised as she consoled Miley who was crying hysterically now.

After crying for what felt like an hour, Miley managed to pull herself together and Amy excused herself and went into the bedroom to get them both a box of tissues.

“I swear I haven’t cried this way since I received the news. Thanks for coming even when I asked you not to come,” Miley said as she took some tissues and blew her nose loudly.

“Are you only grateful I’m here now because Dr. Hottie left?” Amy asked with a teasing smile, and Miley laughed.

“What do you think about him?” Miley asked, and Amy raised a brow.

“What am I supposed to think? He’s handsome and looks pretty decent too. But I’m not surprised about that, his family is decent,” Amy said, and Miley nodded thoughtfully, making Amy narrow her eyes at him.

“Why did you bring a stranger to your place?” Amy asked, watching her closely.

“Do you know he was engaged to Rachel?” Miley asked, and Amy’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Rachel? Crazy Rachel?” She asked in disbelief, and Miley bobbed her head.

“As a matter of fact she was here yesterday,” Miley said with an amused smile when she recalled how enraged Rachel had been.

“She was here? Like you mean inside this place? What happened?” Amy asked, and listened as Miley explained it all to her.

“It’s a small world, isn’t it?” Miley asked, and Amy nodded.

“A very small world indeed. I wasn’t going to bring this up first until you do, but Dr. Hottie mentioned something about you wanting to get married and having a kid,” Amy said, and Miley rolled her eyes.

“I suppose he wanted you to change my mind?” She asked, and Amy nodded.

“Don’t waste your breath. My mind is made up. All I need to do right now is find a suitable surrogate and…”

“Nah. You don’t need to find a surrogate when I’m here. I will be delighted to carry your baby. That way we get to share every moment together,” Amy said, but Miley shook her head.

“No way. There is no way I’m letting you do that. You’ve not even had sex because you want your first time to be special and you are talking about doing this. Your mom is going to throw a fit if she hears of it,” Miley said with a shake of her head.

“My best friend doesn’t have the luxury of time, and you think my virginity is of importance here? If this is the only thing I can do in this short time to show you how much I love you, and how your existence has been a blessing to me, then it’s nothing,” Amy said, and tears gathered in Miley’s eyes.

“You would really do this for me?” Miley asked, and Amy smiled as she kissed away Miley’s tears.

“You have no idea how much I can do for you. If I could produce sperm, I would have impregnated you or…” She stopped talking when Miley burst into a fit of laughter.

“You are so silly, Amy. Gosh! I’ve missed you so much,” Miley said, and Amy smiled.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Now that we have a surrogate, let’s talk about how to find you a husband. Do you have a selection process in mind?” Amy asked, and Miley smiled.

“You are really not going to talk me out of this?”

“I want you to be happy. I want you to only do things that will make you happy whether or not it makes sense to me. As long as you are happy, than I’m fine,” Amy said and Miley looked into her eyes lovingly.

“Oh, Amy! Why aren’t you a guy?”

Amy giggled, “I could become a lesbian and marry you if you want me to,” Amy said with a seductive smile as she leaned closer to Miley, making her shriek with laughter as she pushed her away.

“Ew! No! I want a real man,” Miley said, and Amy nodded as she stood and went to her handbag to take her journal and a pen.

“What are the qualities you are looking out for in a man? Let’s start from there, and then we can decide on how to go about finding him,” Amy suggested, and Miley pursed her lips thoughtfully as she considered it.

“He has to be a kind person with a nice personality. He must be from a decent home. Very intelligent, with a good sense of humor. He has to be taller than me. He should have dimples and gray eyes preferably, a really charming smile, and…”

“And his name should be Lucas Miller I suppose? You do realize you are describing Lucas, right? Don’t tell me you were going to ask him to marry you?” Amy asked dryly, and Miley sighed.

“Is there a reason I can’t like or want someone like him?” She asked, and Amy shook her head.

“Forget about him. He’s not interested in being a part of this. He doesn’t even want you to do this. We will find you a good husband. Someone better than him. And then we can talk about how to break the news to your parents,” Amy said, and Miley smiled at her.

“That sounds like a plan.”

Harry had woken up as early as 5 AM as he usually did on work days, and although it was almost 7 AM, he was still lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling.

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