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Charlie & Miley Ch. 01

By: frozenhero1



Admiring herself in a large bathroom mirror, Miley decided she didn't look too bad for a woman seven months in. Turning to view her body in profile, she smoothed her hand around the pregnant curve of her belly and smiled fondly thinking of the child within. Her eyes moved to her breasts, once tiny little handfuls that had grown to plush C-cups with swollen areolas. Miley didn't mind that, she had always fantasized about what it would be like to have larger breasts, though she didn't like how tender they had become. She also didn't like the size of her ass, frowning at her backside and pivoting to view her butt in the mirror over the shoulder. It was still the same smooth, rounded butt she had worked so hard to maintain her whole life -- just bigger. With a sigh, Miley reached for a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and tried not to worry about getting fat. She was pregnant after all, she reminded herself. That's what was supposed to happen.

Slipping the robe on over her otherwise naked form, Miley tied it loosely around her bulging waist and waddled into the long upstairs hallway. She moved towards a staircase, passing several doors and cursing the amount of bedrooms to be found in the posh mansion. The more pregnant she got, the less walking she wanted to do.

The stairs curled around themselves into a massive foyer. Miley padded across the hardwood floors, her bare feet making sticky sounds against the polished surface. Another, shorter, hallway led Miley to her final destination. The mansion's main kitchen (there were two others) was an expansive room with hard granite counters and a long center island. The far end of the kitchen held a gorgeous breakfast table situated in front of bay windows which looked out towards acres of plush, green grass and a vibrant garden of flowers.

Miley moved towards a monstrous stainless steel refrigerator.

"Good morning," greeted a beautiful blonde seated at the breakfast table, her long hair feathered and straight out of a Farah Fawcett poster. She was enjoying half a grapefruit and a cup of juice, dressed in a stunning black pants-suit which clung to her model-like figure.

"Hey," Miley pulled open the fridge and peered inside, "Are there any English muffins left?"

Haley gestured ambiguously with her finger, "Look in one of the bottom drawers. How'd you sleep last night?"

"Awful," Miley replied, finding the bag of muffins. She gathered them, a tub of butter spread, and a jar of jam into her arms. "The baby kept me up all night kicking, and I don't sleep very well without...."

Haley glanced sympathetically at the unfinished sentence, "Without Charlie?"

Miley nodded morosely, piling her breakfast load onto one of the vast counters to start a pot of coffee. "I hate being alone and pregnant," she complained.

"You're not alone," Haley said as she rose from the table. "That's why you moved in with your dad and me, so you wouldn't be by yourself."

Miley opened a drawer to find a butter knife, "Speaking of... why in the world did you and dad have to buy such a big house after you got married? There are, like, five hundred rooms upstairs."

Haley smiled, "Because your father is rich, and we could." She approached her daughter and spread her arms warmly, "Come here, you're being pregnant and hormonal. Give me a hug."

Returning the embrace, Miley pressed the side of her face against Haley's shoulder and sniffled, "I just miss Charlie."

"I know," Haley comforted. She ran her hand through Miley's mess of dark curls.

"I am glad I'm here," Miley murmured, fighting her tears. "You and dad have been great. I love you both so much."

"I know," Haley whispered as she caressed her hand through Miley's hair. "We love you too."

The girls stood for several long moments, Miley clasping tightly. She truly was grateful for Haley's presence, despite the fact seven months prior Miley never thought they could ever share a warm relationship. The pair had despised one another at one point in their lives, their hatred even resulting in several rounds of hair-pulling fisticuffs. But then Haley married her father. Miley never thought it would work between the two since Haley, at age twenty-eight, was fourteen years younger than Jack. Miley had assumed Haley was a gold-digging whore! Eventually it became obvious how much in love Haley and Jack were, and how happy Haley made Miley's father. Miley set aside her trepidations and forgot the past, giving Haley another chance. Months later, they shared a tight bond and were the closest of friends.

Haley kissed the top of Miley's forehead, "Enough tears, babe. I have to pick up your father from the airport and then we've got a shareholders meeting over lunch."

Miley nodded, stepping back and wiping at a cheek with the back of her hand. "I'll be okay," she said with a forced smile. "Go run your company and make my daddy lots more money. Maybe the two of you will be able to afford another wing to this obscene mansion, for me and the baby. As big as my ass is getting we might need it."

Haley rolled her eyes and picked up a stylish briefcase from the center island counter, "Your ass is just fine." She patted a hand against Miley's bottom on her way towards the hallway, "Take it from a girl who used to be an active bi-sexual."

Miley smirked, wiped away the last of her tears, and turned back towards her breakfast.

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When Chip woke up he wondered if the room was spinning, or if he was. He sat up in a single bed, crowded by the voluptuously sexy blonde sleeping beside him, and placed a palm at his forehead. He sat motionless for several moments until the spinning stopped and then looked around.

The dorm room was a mess of strewn clothes and empty alcohol containers. He scratched a hand across his shaved brown hair, pulled a thin sheet off and swung his legs over the side of the bed trying to remember how the evening prior had ended.

The blonde in bed with him stirred as Chip's movements tugged the sheet off her curvy, naked form. "Mm," she mewed tiredly, "What time is it?"

Chip looked at a digital clock beside the bad, "Quarter after seven, I gotta get going."

"Already?" the blonde complained. "Don't you want to fool around a little, first?"

Chip felt her palm smooth against his bare back, "I'd love to, but I don't have the luxury of sleeping in a college dorm a hundred yards from my first class. I have summer school, remember?"

The blonde rose and rested her chin on Chip's shoulder, reaching around to fondle his naked cock, "Come on. So what if you miss homeroom? I'll make it worth your while."

Chip instantly began to harden and suddenly his hangover didn't feel so bad, "I can't, Stacy. I've already skipped too many classes this week."

Stacy kissed his shoulder and gripped Chip's erection firmly, "So what? You're eighteen now, you can just write yourself a note."

Chip was finding it hard to argue as Stacy began moving slow, caressing strokes up and down his length. He could feel her naked breasts against his shoulder blades, their heavy weight pressing against him seductively.

"Let me give you a good cum," Stacy tempted. "Don't you want to cum inside your girlfriend, before school?"

"Is that what you are?" Chip asked, glancing over his shoulder. "My girlfriend?"

Stacy kissed him, her tongue briefly snaking into his mouth. Even though her breath tasted of booze and cigarettes, Chip responded by sucking on her tongue.

"You've stayed here every night this week and fucked the hell out of me," Stacy murmured. "I think we've moved beyond the 'just friends' stage."

"I wasn't sure," Chip replied. "All we've done is get drunk at college house parties all week and come back to your dorm room. I thought, maybe... I thought you were just using me."

"Even if I was," Stacy implied, "Does that mean you won't fuck me?"

Chip swallowed with arousal as Stacy slipped backwards and stretched out on the bed, her pillowy breasts hanging to the sides of her sternum and her legs wide open. He stared at her bush of blonde pubic hair, the slit beneath appearing more inviting than ever.

Stacy smiled playfully as Chip gave in to temptation and crawled between her legs. She curled her arms around him as his erect length began poking between her legs. "Fuck me really good," she breathed wantonly. "Make me feel pleasure."

Chip found the wet spot and thrust his shaft into her, resting his face between Stacy's neck and shoulder. He began humping into her with little tact or sense of foreplay. Not that Stacy cared. She simply wanted to feel something besides the numb loneliness she had felt for weeks prior.

"That's it," she gasped encouragingly when Chip began rutting into her with a grunting fervor. He had little experience with sex or women and his wild humping reflected that. But it felt good to Stacy to have someone inside her, someone with her. She held Chip tightly against her body as he buried his face between her breasts.

"That's it, sweetie," Stacy whispered. "Make me feel...."

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"You're never going to believe this," Samantha pushed the rims of her round glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Stan Lee is here and he wants to meet you guys."

"No way!" Brian appeared in the bathroom doorway of his hotel room, bluish paste dribbling out of his mouth and a toothbrush in his hand. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a black 'Captain Darkness' tee shirt. "Stan Lee?!"

Sam bobbed her head excitedly, "Stan Lee!"

Brian bent over out of sight to spit in the bathroom sink and then glanced back, "Stan the Man Lee?!"

Sam beamed, "I know, right? I guess he's here promoting his literacy foundation, and he's a big Captain Darkness fan. He wants to meet you and Charlie for lunch. Today!"

"Stan-fucking-Lee?!" Brian exclaimed in utter disbelief. "You know he's the godfather of comic books, right? I mean, he's like Charlie's idol - a god in human form. Charlie's going to flip out!"

"I've cleared your guys' afternoon schedule," Sam stated, glancing down at her tablet's calendar. "You were supposed to meet with the Marvel Studios producers about the HBO show, but they were all-too happy to reschedule when I told them about your meeting with Mr. Lee."

Brian finished up in the bathroom by rinsing his mouth out from a glass of water and wiping his face with a washcloth, "This is so cool, I'm so happy we came to San Diego."

"I told you guys how great it'd be here at Comic-Con," Sam smiled, tapping busily on her tablet's touch screen. "I know it's been a grueling four months, but there are a lot of opportunities here for us to expand the Captain Darkness brand."

Brian exhaled, wiping a hand over his neatly-trimmed hair as he reflected on the last half-year. He and Charlie's comic book, Captain Darkness, had become the publisher's best-selling book after a mere seven issues. Originally planned only as a twelve-issue limited series, Marvel Comics quickly signed Charlie and Brian to a lucrative deal for a regular monthly. Things became so crazy for the creative duo that they needed to bring Samantha back to act as their agent, despite the tensions that once came between her and Brian.

Charlie and Brian, along with Sam, began a promotional tour in April that took them to comic book conventions across the country, with the biggest stop being San Diego's late-July Comic-Con. There was a paltry few opportunities for any of them to fly home to Tallahassee during those four months, and none in the month prior.

Brian moved to search for his wallet, "I better go find Charlie and let him know about our meeting with Stan. I can't wait to see the expression on his face."

Sam glanced towards Brian. She didn't want to spoil his mood so she asked her question as gently as possible, "Did you get a hold of Stacy last night?"

Brian shook his head, lingering at his suitcase. Simply thinking about Stacy seemed to create a dark cloud over him.

"I'm sorry," she murmured

"Are you?" Brian wondered, the question harsher than he had intended.

Sam winced, "I know I tried to break you two up last year, but that was a long time ago. I'm not like that anymore, Brian. I'm over it. I just want you to be happy."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Brian sighed, "She's not taking my calls. Her cell just goes right to voicemail and she moved out of her parent's house and onto campus. I have no idea what the dorm number is."

Sam frowned, "I still can't believe she broke up with you. We've only been on the road for four months."

"Stacy doesn't handle distance very well," Brian remarked. "Or being alone."

"We'll be home in another month," Sam tried to console him. "I bet you two will get back together."

Brian tried not to sound doubtful, "Maybe."

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'Today we're coming at you live from Comic-Con, one of the biggest media events of the year for movies, television, and of course comic books. The buzz this year is all centered on the Marvel Comics Group, whose movie studio has been churning out some of the biggest blockbusters Hollywood has seen in years. We'll have the details about all of their latest movie projects, as well as the scoop on a rumored HBO show based on one of Marvel's hottest new properties -- Captain Darkness.'

Miley squealed excitedly at the television and reached for her cell phone, which was beside her on a plush leather couch. Her thumb slid across the touch screen a few times before she lifted the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" she heard Charlie answer.

"Hi, baby. It's me."

"Hey, honey. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. But you're never going to believe this! You were just on MTV News. Well, not you, but they were talking about the convention in San Diego and they talked about Captain Darkness!"

"Really?"

Miley nodded at her phone, "Isn't that awesome? Oh, baby. I'm so proud of you. Is it true HBO wants to make a show about your comic?"

"I'm not sure," Charlie sounded cautious. "Brian, Sam, and I are meeting with some studio executives later this afternoon. I'll know more then."

"How's everything else going?" Miley wondered. "Are you guys having fun?"

"It's okay," Charlie replied. "I miss you, though. I wish you were here with us."

Miley was glad Charlie couldn't see her when her eyes began to well up, "I miss you too, baby. But you know I'm too pregnant to be jaunting around the country."

"How's the baby?" Charlie asked.

"Oh my god," Miley bit her lip. "She's been kicking like a soccer player. I think she misses her daddy's voice."

"Miley, are you okay? You sound upset."

Miley wiped at her eyes, "I'm fine, really." She didn't want to distract Charlie, "Haley said I'm just overly hormonal. She's probably right."

"Are you sure?" Charlie pressed. "You'd tell me if anything was wrong, right?"

Miley let out a happy sob at Charlie's sweet worry, "God, I miss you."

"You're crying," Charlie fretted.

"I'm always crying," Miley made a sobbing laugh, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wondered how she could be laughing and crying at the same time and blamed it on the pregnancy, "My emotions are giving me whiplash, I have to pee every five minutes, and I'm getting fat. You should see my ass, Charlie. It looks like the Good Year blimp."

"I'm sure your ass is as adorable as it's always been. Do you need me to come home?"

"Desperately. But I won't let you. You'll be home in a month, right? You'll be home in time for the baby?"

"Of course I will."

"Do you promise?" Miley sniffled again, "Do you promise, Charlie? I don't want our daughter to be born without her father here."

"You sound really upset; I'm going to come home."

"No," Miley wiped at her nose. "No, Charlie. I know how important it is for you to be there. I don't need you. Daddy and Haley are taking really good care of me, your mother too. I'm just having a rough morning."

"You're sure?"

Miley nodded again, "I'm sure. I love you, baby. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"Go make your comic a huge success and tell Brian I love him too, okay?"

"I will. I'll call you tonight."

Miley sniffed and swiped her thumb to end the call, wondering how she would make it for another month without the love of her life beside her.

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Charlie hung up his phone as Brian came bursting into his hotel room.

"Dude! You're never going to believe -" Brian paused when he saw Charlie's sad expression and the cell phone in his right hand, "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Charlie set the phone down on an otherwise empty desk, "That was Miley."

"Is she okay? The baby...?"

"They're fine," Charlie assured him. "Miley was just lonely and upset. I've been gone too long, man. I think I need to go home and be with her."

Brian closed the door, "Wait, you mean right now?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna see if Sam can get me a flight back this afternoon."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Brian held up his palms. "You can't just leave, dude. Stan Lee wants to meet us!"

Charlie's eyes widened, "Huh?"

"Stan Lee!" Brian repeated. "He's here, at the Con, and Sam said he's a big Captain Darkness fan. He wants to have lunch, with you and me, today! Sam set it all up. Can you believe it?"

A smile lit Charlie's face, "You're serious?"

"As serious as I've ever been, buddy."

"No way," Charlie breathed. "Holy shit. Stan Lee? Wh-what should I wear?"

Brian squinted at Charlie's jeans and bat-signal tee shirt, "What are you, a girl? Stan Lee's not going to care what you're wearing."

"I can't wear a Batman tee shirt to meet Stan Lee," Charlie exclaimed, "That would be like sacrilege!"

"So put on one of your Marvel tee shirts," Brian shrugged. "You have like a million of those."

Charlie snapped his fingers and pointed towards his best friend, "That's a good idea. I'll put on my Captain America shield."

"I don't think Stan created Captain America," Brian informed him. "How about your Avengers tee?"

"Perfect," Charlie agreed, hurrying towards his suitcase. "Oh, man. I can't believe we're going to have lunch with Stan Lee. I love Sam! Remind me to give her a huge hug."

"I know," Brian cackled with glee and shook his fists. "It's so fucking awesome! I love being a rock star comic book artist."

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Miley heard the doorbell ring and cursed, pushing herself up off the couch. If her father and Haley were convinced they had to live in a house the size of the Pentagon, she thought, the least they could do is get a butler.

The doorbell rang again as she waddled towards the foyer, "I'm coming," she called irritably, "Pregnant girl walking, here."

"Hey," Chip greeted when Miley opened the door. He was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a baseball cap. Miley noticed Chip had filled out since the last time she saw him, his once-skinny body developing.

"Chip?" Miley looked surprised, "God, I haven't seen you in months! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see my favorite high school legend," Chip grinned

Miley snorted, "If the guys I went to high school with saw me now, they'd probably run away screaming." She stepped towards Chip and gave him a hug, "It's good to see you, hon."

Chip squeezed her back but had to be cautious of Miley's tummy. "Wow," he remarked, noticing the way her tight spaghetti-stringed top revealed the lower quarter of her baby-bump, "You're really pregnant."

"Tell me something I don't know," Miley grinned. "Come on in."

"It's not a bad time, is it?"

"Are you kidding?" Miley grabbed his hand and led Chip into the house, "I'm going crazy around here by myself. I've been alone all afternoon." She led him into the kitchen. "Can I get you anything to drink? Soda?"

"A soda would be great," Chip agreed, looking around the massive house as they walked. "Geez, this place is huge."

Miley opened the fridge and bent to retrieve a soda. She felt her pink sweats dip down the crack of her ass, exposing her panties. She swiftly rose to protect her modesty and caught Chip staring.


Charlie & Miley Ch. 01



"Sorry," he blushed.

"My fault," Miley handed him the can of soda before pulling her sweats up. "Not much fits me anymore unless it has a stretchy waist."

Chip grinned.

"So how did you even know where to find me?"

"Oh, uh, Stacy said you moved in with your dad." He snapped open the can, "I snuck the address from her phone."

Miley raised an eyebrow, "You've been spending time with Stace?"

"Sort of," Chip answered ambiguously. When Miley continued to stare at him he added, "We've been hanging out, and stuff."

"How is she?" Miley asked cautiously.

Chip shifted nervously, "Not that great. That's why I came over, actually."

Miley and Stacy hadn't spoken in over a month, since shortly after Stacy had broken up with Brian over the phone. Miley found out about the breakup when Brian had called Miley in tears. With her usual protective fury, Miley went to confront Stacy about why she would do such a thing. She found Stacy at a party, drunk, and making out with some random guy. The two best friends got into a huge fight and had been avoiding one another since.

Miley hoisted herself onto one of the stools situated near the kitchen's center island, "Tell me what's wrong."

"She's out of control," Chip explained. "She's drinking all the time. I mean, just this morning before I went to school she started her day out with orange juice and vodka. That was at seven thirty."

"You saw her this morning?" Miley wondered curiously, "What were you guys doing so early?"

"Yeah, um... I sort of spent the night."

Miley leveled eyes full of danger, "You spent the night?"

"I went over there last night to talk to her," Chip hastily explained. "She'd been hitting it pretty hard all week and I was worried about her. When she wasn't in her room I called her and found out she was at another party, just like every other night this week, and I went to find her. One thing led to another and -"

"Wait a minute," Miley interrupted. "How many nights have you spent at Stacy's?"

"Um," Chip tried to think of an easy way to answer that.

"Chip...." Miley's tone was a warning that she was not to be lied to.

"Several," Chip admitted.

Miley glared, "Chip!"

"What am I supposed to do?" Chip complained. "You know how much I like her, I can't resist when she practically throws herself at me!"

"You like her so much you've been taking advantage of her when she's drunk?"

"Hey," Chip tried to defend himself, "I don't hear her complaining in the morning. In fact, she usually wants to do it again!"

"Oh my god," Miley lifted a halting palm, not wanting to hear any more about Chip and Stacy's sexual activities. "How could you do this? Brian's one of your closest friends, do you have any idea how much this would hurt him?"

"I know," Chip replied guiltily. "Please don't tell him."

Miley exhaled heavily, "Chip, Brian is like Charlie's brother. This makes him my brother. I love him dearly. How am I supposed to keep something like this from him?"

"But they broke up," Chip tried to reason.

"They've broken up a thousand times," Miley argued. "Stacy simply freaked out because Brian has been with Sam for the last four months and she's scared he's cheating on her again."

"Is he?" Chip asked.

"No!" Miley fumed.

"How can you be sure? You're not with them."

"Because Brian calls me almost every night," Miley explained in a scolding tone, "Telling me how much he loves Stacy, how much he misses her, asking me why she broke up with him. He calls me almost as much as Charlie does."

"Wow," Chip remarked. "You two are pretty close, huh?"

"I told you," Miley reminded. "Brian and I are like family."

"Shit," Chip fidgeted with his cap. "I never should have told you about me and Stacy. I'm sorry, Miley. I've put you in a tough spot."

Miley sighed, "I'm glad you told me. I've been worried about Stace. Evidently, rightly so. I'll try to keep a lid on this, but you have to break things off with her or Brian will never forgive you."

Chip winced, "She told me I was her boyfriend. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to hear her say that? I love her, Miley. I can't break up with her."

Miley had to arch her back to drop off the kitchen stool, "Chip, the last time I saw her Stacy was making out with some guy I had never even met. When I asked her who he was she told me he was her new boyfriend. I don't think it means quite as much to her as it does to you."

The set of Chip's shoulders visibly deflated.

"Oh, sweetie." Miley moved to wrap her arms around him, "I know how much you care about her, but it sounds like Stacy's in a really bad spot right now. I know it hurts you to hear this, but I think she's just using you to feel good about herself, or to get back at Brian, or something."

Chip clung to Miley, "I thought she liked me."

"Maybe she does," Miley tried to sound comforting. "Maybe it really is over between her and Brian, I don't know. I just want you to be careful, okay? A lot of people could get hurt, you included."

Chip nodded and tried not to look like he was about to break out in tears, "Thanks, Miley. You've always been a really good friend to me."

Miley smiled and lifted a caressing thumb to Chip's cheek, "Keep me posted, okay? I'm worried about her. And if you need someone to talk to, I'm always here."

Chip sounded surprised, "You're not going to go see her? Try to help her?"

Miley bit her lip and shook her head.

"Why? I thought you guys were best friends."

"We are," Miley said. "Or rather, we were. I'll always love Stacy, but she sees me as the enemy. She knows how close Brian and I are and she thinks I'm protecting him by not telling her about him and Sam. She won't listen to me right now. Maybe when Brian gets home and she can see for herself... I don't know."

Chip worried, "Are you going to tell Brian about her and me?"

"No, not right away. Maybe you should figure out where you stand with Stacy, and then tell him yourself."

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Sam sat scrunched between Charlie and Brian in the backseat of a taxi cab, on their way to meet Stan Lee. She had her ever-present tablet in hand and was looking over their schedule, "Okay, as far as I know there isn't any specific agenda. Mr. Lee simply wants to have lunch and meet you guys, evidently he's a fan."

"Wow," Charlie marveled. "Stan Lee is a fan of our book. How ironic is that?"

"Stan could have any agenda he wanted," Brian joked. "He could ask us if we wanted to have gay sex with him and Charlie would probably agree."

"Whatever," Charlie leaned over Sam's lap and hit Brian in the thigh.

"Let's hope that's not what he wants," Sam grinned at the boys. "But he may want you to do something for his literacy foundation. Maybe some sketches or an endorsement or something, don't be surprised if he asks."

Brian wondered, "Do you think when we leave he'll say 'excelsior'?"

Charlie laughed, "Wouldn't that be great? Man, wait until I tell... oh, shit."

Sam glanced aside, "What?"

"Miley," Charlie remembered, looking to Brian. "She wanted me to tell you how much she loves you."

Brian smiled warmly. He knew how much it was tearing Charlie up to be apart from his wife and could hear it in his best friend's voice.

Sam put a friendly hand on Charlie's leg, "Are you okay, Charlie?"

Charlie glanced out the cab window at downtown San Diego, "She called me this morning, really upset. I mean, she's okay, just... we miss each other. I've been gone too long and she's toughing it out without me, pregnant with my baby girl."

"We'll be home soon," Brian assured him, "in plenty of time for you to see your daughter born."

Charlie shook his head and turned back towards his friends, "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

Sam sounded alarmed, "You can't do what?"

"I can't go with you to meet Stan."

"What!?" Sam and Brian spoke in unison.

"I have to go home," Charlie realized. "Miley needs me. She told me to stay, but I could hear it in her voice. She needs me and I don't want to stay here a minute longer."

"Wait," Sam sounded panicked. "What about Comic-Con? We have a meeting with Marvel Studios tonight, and you're both supposed to be at a comic book signing in the morning."

"Brian can do it without me," Charlie replied firmly. "Both of you can. You'll knock those studio execs dead, Sam. I know you will. And Brian will just have to sign by himself. Most of the kids are only interested in the art, anyway."

Brian chuckled.

"But Charlie...." Sam looked down at her tablet helplessly as if it would hold an answer to Charlie's dilemma.

Brian put his hand on Sam's shoulder, "It's okay, Charlie has to go. He and Miley have one of those epic romances; I'm surprised he's lasted this long away from her."

Charlie looked to his best friend, nodding his thanks.

Brian grinned, "I can't believe you're bailing on Stan Lee, though! Wait until I tell your daughter about this, one day."

Charlie laughed. He leaned forward to ask the cab driver, "Can you take me to the airport after you drop these two off?"

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Stacy answered the knock on her dorm room door in her bra and panties.

"Whoa," Chip's eyes widened at her stunningly curvaceous figure.

"You're just in time," Stacy grinned. "I was about to have a drink and get ready for the party tonight."

"Another party?" Chip asked worriedly. "This is six nights in a row."

Stacy grabbed his wrist and tugged Chip into her room, "It's summer, silly. Nobody has classes. There's a party every night."

Chip pushed the door shut behind him, "Yeah but --"

Stacy suddenly pinned him against the wall and pressed her body against his, kissing Chip with an urgent fervor.

Chip could tell Stacy had already had more than one drink to get ready for the party, "Stacy, wait, I --"

She began to unbutton his shorts and shove them down his hips, "I have a surprise for you."

"Can't we talk first?" Chip asked, trying to be noble following his talk with Miley.

"What's there to talk about?" Stacy grinned mischievously. "Don't you want to get a blowjob from your girlfriend?"

"Oh god," Chip closed his eyes as Stacy fell to her knees. He felt her warm mouth close around his swiftly-hardening penis.

She quickly coaxed his erection to its full length, sucking and licking it with such pleasurable attention that Chip couldn't resist. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders to the carpeted floor.

"Don't you want me?" Stacy tempted him, wrapping her breasts around Chip's cock and mashing them together. "Because I want you. We should have been together a long time ago, Chip. Last year, when we dated. You would never cheat on me, would you?"  

"Of course not," Chip looked down at the way his erection disappeared between the mass of Stacy's ample tit-flesh.

Stacy used her hands to begin working her breasts up and down, pausing briefly to push some saliva out to lubricate her efforts. The spit hung from her lip and dropped into her cleavage before she resumed her titty-fuck.

"Oh god that feels so good," Chip moaned. "You're so sexy, Stacy."

Stacy smiled up at him, "You're such a sweetie, do you know that? You're just like Charlie. He worships the ground Miley walks on. That's what I want. I want a nice boy who will treat me like a goddess and never leave me."

"I won't leave you," Chip breathed with arousal. "I swear."

Stacy took a moment to rub one of her nipples against the underside of his cock. "I'll give you all the sex you could ever want," she declared, gripping him and jerking Chip off against her tit. "I'll do any dirty thing you could possibly think of. Just make me feel special."

"You are special," Chip promised. "Oh god, Stacy. I want to cum on your tits. I've always fantasized about cumming on your big tits."

Stacy nodded her assent and masturbated him with fervor, "Do it, lover. Show me how sexy you think I am and blow your load all over me. You love my tits, don't you?"

Chip nodded rapidly, "Oh yes, oh god yes. Your tits are so hot, Stacy. You have the sexiest tits on Earth."

"Show me," Stacy urged him with her fist rapidly pumping. "Shoot all over them."

"Oh god!" Chip whimpered, unable to control the pleasure any longer.

Stacy gasped when a stream of cum came flying from Chip's cock, splattering against her chest. She aimed him towards one of her nipples, the next jet soiling her pink areola with a sticky glob of clinging goo. Several more ropes of semen arched through the air to land atop her breasts, the milky fluid dripping down into her cleavage.

"I love you," Chip gasped. "I love you so much."

The words shocked Stacy out of the sexually euphoric moment. She looked up from her soiled chest to Chip's eyes, "What?"

"I love you," Chip repeated, his breath heavy in the aftermath of his orgasm. "I would do anything for you."

Stacy rose, "You're serious? You're in love with me?"

Chip nodded with lidded eyes, "I always have been, from the first moment I saw you in the comic store. You're so beautiful and perfect."

Stacy kissed him. She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him passionately. No one had ever looked at her that way before, with such unabashed adoration.

=====

"I'm worried about her," Haley spoke in a quieted tone from a curled position on the couch, next to her husband. "She was kind of a wreck this morning."

Jack was flipping through a Wall Street trade magazine, "She misses Charlie. Miley gets like that whenever they're apart. It's like they're attached by some invisible cord, and whenever it gets stretched too far she starts getting emotional."

"It's different this time," Haley stressed. "I think she might be suffering from depression."

Jack didn't sound worried, "She'll be fine, but I'll talk to her if you're that concerned."

Haley was about to say more when Miley wandered into the spacious living room.

She was dressed in a set of cotton pajamas and carrying a massive bowl of popcorn. "You guys don't have to stay up for me," Miley told them flopping herself into an easy chair. "I've become a total night-owl."

Haley elbowed her husband.

Jack set his magazine aside, "Are you okay, honey? Have you had trouble sleeping?"

Miley stuck her tongue out at the boring news program on the television and reached for the remote control. "I can't sleep at all without Charlie," she admitted freely. "I'm so used to him holding me at night, you know? Plus, the baby takes after her mother -- she's a night-owl too. She'll start playing soccer inside my womb any minute now. I think she misses her daddy. Right after I got pregnant Charlie started reading to her at night. He'd slide down next to my tummy and rub it while he read her a Spider-Man comic or some other silly thing."

Haley covered a laugh with her hand, picturing the image of sweet Charlie reading a comic book to Miley's stomach.

Jack smiled too, "He'll be home soon. Do you want me to get you a sleeping pill? The doctor said you could take half of one if you had trouble sleeping."

"Ew," Miley grimaced. "No, they give me nightmares. I'll be fine, daddy. You guys should go to bed. I'm just gonna stay up and watch a scary movie or something."

Jack blinked when he heard the doorbell ring. "Who the hell could that be?" he wondered, glancing at his watch. It was close to midnight.

"I'll get it," Haley rose. "I was going to get a glass of water anyway."

"It's probably Chip," Miley predicted. "I'm guessing he had a rough night with his new 'girlfriend'."

Haley unlatched the deadbolt and opened the door. She smiled brightly when she saw who it was, "You're home?!"

"Hey," Charlie smiled back. "Any chance my wife is here?"

"Oh, Charlie," Haley wrapped her arms around him. "It's so good to see you."

Charlie squeezed back, "It's good to see you too, Hales."

Haley pressed a kiss against his cheek and then called towards the living room, "Miley! Charlie's home!"

"Charlie!?" came Miley's distant voice.

"She's in the living room with Jack," Haley told him.

Charlie nodded and hurried in that direction.

Miley was struggling to get out of the chair when her husband appeared. "Charlie!?" she squealed.

Jack rose to help his daughter, "I told you he'd be home soon."

Miley rushed across the rug-covered floor as fast as she was able and Charlie met her halfway. She threw her arms around his neck, "I can't believe you're here!"

Charlie held her tight in his arms, "I decided you needed me more than Captain Darkness did."

Miley lavished him with pecking kisses, "You came home to stay? For good?"

"For good," Charlie promised. "I missed you so much, Miley."

Miley beamed, "I missed you too, baby." Tears fell from her eyes for the third time that day, "Oh my god, I'm so happy right now. Thank you, Charlie. Thank you for coming home."

"It's good to have you home," Jack shook Charlie's hand when Miley finally offered her husband a chance to move.

"I'm sorry I took so long. It's great to see you, Jack."

Haley found her husband's side and put her arm around Jack's shoulder, "Come on, honey. I think these two probably need some time."

Charlie grinned, "Thanks, guys. For taking care of Miley, and everything else. It's really nice to have a whole family to come home to."

Jack patted Charlie's shoulder, "We'll see you in the morning. Let's all have breakfast."

Miley smothered Charlie in another hug once they were alone, "Oh baby, what are you doing home? I told you to stay."

"Yeah, I know, but a funny thing happened on the way to meet Stan lee."

Miley gave him a funny look, "Stan who?"

"You don't remember who Stan Lee is?"

Miley shook her head.

"He's the guy who created Spider-Man," Charlie exclaimed, "And half the Marvel Universe!"

Miley shrugged.

Charlie chuckled, "When I was a kid I wanted to grow up to be Stan Lee."

"Aw," Miley smiled. "That's so cute."

"Anyway, Brian, Sam, and I were in a cab on our way to have lunch with him. I was thinking how I couldn't wait to tell you about it. I was sad that you weren't there to share the moment with, because I think Stan would have really liked you. I was about to meet one of my literary idols, but it didn't matter because I couldn't share it with you."

Miley stared at him with disbelief, "So you didn't go?"

"No," Charlie shook his head. "I decided I couldn't wait any longer to see you. The cab dropped Brian and Sam off at the restaurant and then I had the driver take me directly to the airport."

"Oh my god," Miley stared at him. "You blew off your childhood idol to come be with me?"

"Yeah," Charlie shrugged, as though his decision was obvious. "Stan will be there next year. Besides, he's really old and nowhere as beautiful as you."

"Oh, Charlie." Miley pressed her face against his chest and squeezed tightly, "I love you so much."

=====

Charlie stepped out of the adjoining bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh from a shower. "I forgot how big this house is," he said, glancing around their massive bedroom. "I think we could fir four people into our bathtub."

"I know," Miley agreed, lying in a massive bed. She was clad in nothing but the tee shirt Charlie was wearing when he arrived home; she liked that it smelled of him. "I think dad and Haley want us to stay here with them. You know, even after the baby is born. I think they regret buying such a big house and need the company."

Charlie approached the bed, "Is that what you want?"

"I don't know," Miley lifted a shoulder. "Maybe, for a while. There's certainly plenty of room."

Charlie sat at the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Miley's bare leg. He leveled a squint at her chest, "Um, Miley? You're getting my tee shirt kinda wet."

Miley looked down at herself after Charlie pointed, "Oh my god, I'm leaking. I started doing that about a week ago."




Charlie & Miley Ch. 01



"Really?" Charlie sounded intrigued.

"Yeah," Miley blushed. "My breasts have gotten really swollen. They get achy and start leaking. It's not milk, yet. The doctor said it's like this pre-milk stuff."

"Can I see?" Charlie asked.

Miley nodded, "Yeah, of course."

Charlie reached towards the hem of the tee as Miley sat forward so he could pull it up. He raised it over the round expanse of her pregnant tummy and above her breasts. "Wow," Charlie stared at her nipples, which were dribbling milky-clear droplets of fluid.

"My boobs have gotten really big," Miley commented the obvious. "They hurt at first but now it's just like a constant pressure. I should probably start using the breast pump your mom gave me."

"You look so sexy," Charlie continued staring.

Miley giggled, "You want to suck on them, don't you?"

Charlie grinned.

"I can't tell you what it tastes like," Miley cautioned, "But you can if you want to."

Charlie leaned forward as Miley yanked her shirt up to bunch at the neck. She moaned softly as she felt Charlie's mouth close around her left nipple, having missed his touch. He began lightly suckling, afraid of hurting her, but when Miley placed a hand at the back of his head to encourage him Charlie began sucking with more earnest.

"Oh my god," Miley whispered as she felt a forceful stream of milk start to flow out of her nipple at Charlie's coaxing mouth. "Do my other one," she begged.

Charlie switched to her other breast. The abandoned nipple he had been sucking on continued to spray its milk straight upwards in the form of a slender strand, like water shooting out of a pinhole in a hose. The fluid landed on the underside of her breast and began dripping onto the top of Miley's pregnant stomach.

"That feels so good," Miley moaned, tangling her fingers into the hair at the back of Charlie's head. He quickly got her other breast streaming as well, keeping his mouth locked onto the nipple and drinking the milk as though he were a suckling child.

It was a strange sensation having both of her breasts spraying their milk, but a pleasurable one. "Drink my milk," Miley encouraged him. "Drink from my body, baby. It's all yours. My pregnant body belongs to you."

Charlie switched breasts again when the first stream began to subside. He sucked on Miley's nipple wantonly, coaxing the milk out.

She squirmed and clutched at his hair as Charlie moved back and forth for over a half hour, delighting in the maternal pleasure of it all. He drank from her until Miley's breasts would give nothing more than a slow dribble.

"Oh my god," Miley writhed beneath him. "I feel so relieved, baby. My nipples feel sensitive but my boobs aren't achy anymore. I think you sucked all the milk out of them."

Charlie lifted his head, his lips and chin wet from Miley's milk.

She giggled at him, "What does it taste like?"

"It's kind of bitter at first," Charlie licked his lips. "But it's not bad. I like it."

Miley wriggled her shoulders and grinned with delight, "You can suck on them as much as you want for the next two months."

Charlie admired her pregnant form. Miley was slightly thicker in the middle, around her hips and thighs, though her arms and legs remained shapely and petite. She had allowed her bush of pubic hair to grow back, probably because it was difficult to see around her round belly to shave, and her usually-golden tan had slowly faded to more of a natural olive color.

"Stop it," Miley told him, her voice soft and gentle.

Charlie looked up to her eyes, "Huh?"

Miley smiled fondly, "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Charlie grinned.

"Just like you always do. How can you still give me those worshiping eyes of yours when I'm all fat? You haven't seen me in a month and -"

Charlie didn't let her finish, "You look so incredibly sexy right now, from head to toe. Let's get the camera and take some pictures."

Miley giggled, "Oh my god, you're such a kinky bastard. No pictures until after."

"After what?"

Miley bit her lower lip and looked at him.

Charlie laughed, "You want to have sex, don't you?"

Miley nodded cutely, "I don't want to wait anymore. I need to feel you inside me."

Rubbing his palms over Miley's stomach, Charlie pressed a kiss near her belly button, "I'm so horny right now looking at you."

Reaching for the spot Charlie had fastened his towel, Miley pulled it loose. He crawled onto the bed beside her, his nine inches fully erect and sticking up between his legs.

"Look at your big cock," she cooed sweetly, wrapping her grip around the middle of his shaft. "It always gets so hard for me."

Charlie assessed the situation, "Missionary is going to be a little difficult."

Miley laughed as she caressed his length gently, "I know, right? You'll have to kneel between my legs, like when we do anal, otherwise we could try doggy?"

Considering, Charlie decided, "Let's try doggy-style."

Miley nodded and pushed herself up. She pulled Charlie's tee shirt off her head and cast it to the floor, spinning around to her hand and knees. "Let me know before you cum," she advised. "I want to finish you in my hand."

Charlie chuckled at the way Miley always seemed to know how she wanted to finish him before they even started. "Okay," he agreed. He maneuvered himself behind Miley and admired her plump backside.

"Charlie!" Miley looked at him over her shoulder, "Don't look at my ass, it's too big."

He squinted down at the way Miley was presenting her butt to him, "How am I not supposed to look at it? It's right in front of me."

"I don't know," Miley whined. "Turn off the lights, or something."

"No way. We've never turned out the lights before, we're not about to start now. Besides, your ass looks incredible." Charlie laid his palms against her butt cheeks and squeezed her soft flesh, "I love your butt, no matter how big it is."

Miley giggled at his kneading fingers, "You never have been able to keep your hands off my ass when we fuck." Her humor was quickly replaced with lust when she felt the head of Charlie's cock enter the slit of her sex, "Oh shit, Charlie. Go slow. I've gotten tight when you're not here to fuck me every night."

Charlie pushed half his length into her and slowly pulled it back out, her glistening moisture decorating the skin of his cock. He slapped Miley's bottom, causing her to squeal, before sliding himself back into her sheathe.

"Spank me again," she encouraged.

Charlie slapped the opposite butt cheek.

Goose bumps rose across Miley's backside, "Harder. Spank me harder."

The next slapping palm echoed loudly through the large bedroom and Miley gasped at the force behind Charlie's hand. He spanked her again, equally as hard, in the exact same spot. The blow stung and caused her skin to turn pink. She enjoyed the mixture of pain alongside the pleasure of Charlie's slowly-humping thrusts.

"I've been a naughty girl," Miley told him with a heated breath.

"How naughty?" Charlie played along.

"When you were gone, I was fucking myself with my big dildo."

Charlie swatted the fleshiest spot on Miley's buttocks, right above the thigh, causing her to suck in a hissing breath. "How often?" he asked.

"Every day," Miley whimpered. "Sometimes twice a day."

"You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?"

Miley bit her lip and nodded, "They get punished."

Charlie rubbed Miley's pink skin soothingly, "What was the most you used your dildo in one day?"

Another sexy whimper escaped Miley's throat as she felt Charlie's soothing palm rub her bottom. "Four," she admitted softly.

Charlie spanked her hard and Miley cried out. He spanked her again and she gasped breathlessly. The third slap made that side of her ass turn red. Miley knew one more was on the way -- one for each time she masturbated.

"You are such a naughty slut," Charlie whispered.

"I know," Miley spoke in a squeaking voice, anticipating one more spanking. "I can't help it, Charlie. I get so horny."

When Charlie spanked her for the final time he also thrust his cock into her fully three-quarters of the way.

Miley screamed at the stinging blow, but it was what she wanted. Charlie had her juices flowing, the slick moisture of her pleasure running down the insides of her thighs. "Fuck me," she begged, "Fuck my pregnant body and put your hands all over me. Feel my pregnant body, Charlie."

Charlie started humping against her, bending forward to wrap his arms around her and clutch her hanging belly.

"Feel your baby inside me," Miley encouraged him, bracing her arms on the bed to accept his thrusts. "Feel what you've done to my body by knocking me up with your child."

His hands explored her pregnant stomach, fleshy hips, and round thighs. "Your pregnant body is so sexy," he moaned, his thrusts slapping against Miley's reddened butt.

"Oh god!" Miley gasped when Charlie's hands finally found her heavy, hanging breasts. She felt him heft their weight in his palms and squeeze his fingers into their pliant flesh. "Do you like my big pregnant tits, Charlie?"

"Fuck yes," Charlie laid his face between her shoulder blades and kneaded on Miley's breasts. Her milk began squirting out again, two hair-fine streams of the liquid jetting out to soil Charlie's fingers.

"You're making me milk again," Miley moaned at the pleasurable sensation of her leaking nipples. "It turns me on so much when you grope me, baby. It makes me feel sexy. Fuck me and grope my pregnant body, show me how much my pregnant body turns you on."

Charlie grunted at Miley's dirty talk and rose off her back, his hands leaving her breasts and clutching at her fleshy hips.

"Oh yeah," Miley moaned at Charlie's suddenly rapid thrusts. "Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me, Charlie! Oh fuck! You're going to make me fucking cum!"

Charlie pounded her. Miley's hanging breasts started slapping against the sweaty top of her round stomach and filled the room with an obscene noise. A sudden explosion of warmth and contracting muscles surrounded Charlie's cock as Miley came, the fluids of her orgasm surrounding his length. She gasped repeatedly and collapsed the side of her face against the bed, her arms losing the strength to support her.

"Don't stop!" she begged wantonly, hands clutching the bedspread. "Oh god! Oh God! Don't stop fucking me, don't stop!"

Charlie couldn't take much more of Miley's contracting pussy squeezing and gripping his cock, "Oh, shit. Miley...."

Miley was practically sobbing with pleasure against the bed as her orgasm continued to emanate tingling waves through her hormonally sensitive body. Wet spots were forming on the bed spread beneath her breasts, her milk flowing freely.

"Miley," Charlie gasped, his orgasm growing more pressing. He fought to hold it back and keep humping into Miley, wanting to extend her pleasure as long as possible.

"Don't cum," Miley begged. "Fuck me... oh god, don't stop fucking me...."

Charlie gasped and nearly lost control, "Oh god, Miley, oh shit baby I can't hold it any longer. I'm gonna cum, oh god I need to cum!"

Miley swung a leg in front of him and rolled awkwardly to her back. Charlie popped free of her sex and his cock bobbed in the air, swollen and glistening from Miley's orgasm.

"Miley!" Charlie begged.

She grabbed him in her tight, clutching grip and jerked him off. It only took a pair of strokes before Charlie's cum came jetting out. Miley beamed a smile and aimed his orgasm towards her stomach. Wad after wad of semen was hurled onto her swollen tummy, globs of warm goo sliding down the curvature of her pregnancy to mix with the streaming mess of her breast milk.

"Oh my god," Miley watched with wide eyes until Charlie's cock finally spat out the last of his pleasure. She continued to grip his erection firmly, waiting for him to recover.

"Holy fuck," Charlie breathed, pushing a hand through his shock of brown hair, "That was intense."

Miley beamed with gleeful happiness, looking down at herself. Her stomach and breasts were a coated with milk and semen, while her thighs were glistening from the fluids which had poured out of her sex.

Charlie blinked down at her body, which was also coated in a sheen of sweat.

"I'm a mess," Miley giggled, squeezing Charlie's cock and forcing one last bead of semen out of its tip. "How come I always end up so gooey after our sex?"

"You don't swallow often enough," Charlie answered her honestly.

She laughed loudly and covered her mouth with a palm.

"Do you think your dad and Haley heard us?" Charlie wondered. "You were really loud."

"I doubt it," Miley shook her head. "They're room is downstairs and on the other end of the house. A bomb could go off in here and they probably wouldn't hear."

"That was fun," Charlie wiped his face. "Can we do that again?"

"Sure," Miley was game. "Our daughter has been keeping me up nights for a month. About time I was the one keeping her up."

Charlie grinned.

"I have to pee though," Miley commented. "And I need a towel."

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After another bout of lovemaking Miley easily fell asleep in Charlie's arms, but he was wide awake and realized he was hungry. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, other than a bag of peanuts during the flight home. Quietly disengaging himself from the tangle of Miley's clinging limbs, Charlie slipped away quietly.

Charlie marveled at the size of the house as he wandered towards the kitchen, the rooms seeming even bigger in the dark. The entire apartment he and Miley had once shared could probably fit inside the mansion foyer, he guessed. Jack had done well with his company, a brokerage firm who handled investments and financial portfolios. Haley had a lot to do with it; the charismatic blonde was skilled at charming potential clients. She helped Jack bring in several Fortune 500 companies and millionaire clients to invest with the firm.

For Charlie, who grew up in a single-story rambler, Jack and Haley's mansion home represented an unachievable level of wealth. Not that Charlie was jealous. At twenty years of age he was the writer of a hit comic book with heavy endorsement potential. If Captain Darkness got optioned for a movie or television deal, and Samantha promised it would, Charlie would be worth more than both his parents combined. He'd be able to afford a nice home for Miley and the baby. But Charlie thought it would be cool to live in a mansion for a while, too.

Turning to a short hallway leading to the main kitchen, Charlie suddenly saw a light on. He became curious who else was awake.

Charlie rounded the kitchen entrance, "Haley?"

The beautiful blonde was leaning back against a kitchen counter eating iced cream right from its cardboard container. She was scantily dressed in a pair of panties and a tight, clinging top. "You're still awake, too?" she greeted.

"Yeah," Charlie rubbed his hand over the top of his head. "Awake and hungry."

Haley twirled her spoon in the iced cream, "How's Miley?"

Charlie pulled the fridge door open, "Sound asleep."

Haley smiled warmly, "Jack was right."

"Hm?" Charlie bent to investigate some promising looking sandwich meat, the brightness of the refrigerator bathing his boxers and tee shirt in bright light.

"Jack," Haley mused. "He said Miley would be fine as soon as you got home. He was right."

"We both get a little goofy when we're apart," Charlie noted, gathering some cheese as well.

"It's different with Miley," Haley argued, sucking some iced cream off her spoon.

Charlie set his pile of ingredients on the counter next to the fridge, "What do you mean?"

"She's devoted to you," Haley explained. "One hundred percent dedication to being one thing -- your woman."

Charlie glanced at Haley, "I'm not sure I follow. We're devoted to each other."

"Yeah, but you have other stuff," Haley pointed out. "Like your comic book. You and Brian have been working for the last two years on your comic. You were getting your English degree...."

"Miley was going to school too," Charlie argued.

"Yeah but she hadn't even picked a major," Haley reminded. "She only went to college to be with you. After you two were married and you quit school, she dropped out too."

"She got pregnant," Charlie noted.

Haley smirked, "Yeah, and how long were you married before that happened? You hadn't even gotten home from your honeymoon."

Charlie snorted out a laugh, "I can't dispute your facts. What are you getting at?"

"You're the luckiest man alive," Haley told him. "Everything Miley does, she does for you. She loves you so much, Charlie. The only thing she wants out of life is to be the maternal force in your life. It makes her sick to be away from you."

"I know," Charlie began forming his sandwich. "Every day of my life I try to live up to that. To be a good person who deserves the love of a woman like Miley."

Haley looked down at the iced cream and pushed it around with her spoon, "You're doing a pretty good job. You'll make a great father. And Miley... well, I'm not sure your daughter could ask for a more loving, protective mother."

A quiet voice suddenly interrupted their conversation, coming from the center of the house, "...Charlie...?"

Charlie turned, "Was that Miley?"

Haley sat her container of iced cream down, "I think it came from the foyer."

Charlie called out, "Miley?" as he rushed in the direction of the voice, "Miley, is that you?"

Haley hurried after him. "Oh god!" she gasped when they reached the foyer and saw Miley. She lifted both hands to cup her mouth.

Charlie sprinted across the room to where Miley stood near the foot of the stairs. She was wearing his tee shirt and blood was dripping down the inside of her legs.

"I think I need to go to the hospital," Miley murmured, her face ashen and clearly in shock.

Charlie caught her just as Miley collapsed.

"Call 911!" he yelled towards Haley, holding Miley up. She appeared little more than a rag doll in his arms.

Haley sobbed and ran towards the nearest phone.

Charlie fell to his knees and gathered Miley into his lap, pushing some curly black tendrils off her forehead, "Miley? Miley, can you hear me...?"



Charlie & Miley Ch. 02



Haley stared at a painting on the waiting room wall. It was a rural farm scene in pastel colors and she found herself wondering what farmer would paint his barn powder pink. The artwork was terrible and she was curious if the depicted objects were blurry on purpose. Why did all waiting room artwork have to be so terrible? Haley forced her eyes away from it, her head starting to hurt. Jack was sitting next to her, bent forward as he looked down at his lap. One of his knees was bouncing with nervous energy. Both of them were dressed in casual, hastily selected clothes and Haley's long blonde hair was pulled back in an easy ponytail.

The only other person in the waiting room was Charlie, who was pacing back and forth between rows of chairs. His khaki pants were wrinkled, as though they had been lying on the floor for a week, and his white tee shirt had a small smear of blood on it.

"Why don't you sit down," Haley suggested delicately. "You should try to relax, Charlie."

"They've had her for almost an hour," Charlie gestured. "Why did the ambulance bring us to a clinic, and not the hospital?"

"It was the nearest emergency room," Haley reminded.

Charlie pushed a nervous hand through his messy shock of brown hair, "It's almost three in the morning; do clinics even have doctors around at this time of the night?"

"It's an emergency room," Jack spoke up. "I'm sure there are doctors here."

"What if something's really wrong?" Charlie worried, his expression anguished. "What if we lose the baby? Or even worse, what if --"

"Charlie," Jack stood. "Come here, son."

Charlie approached, his eyes reddening.

Haley clenched her hands together nervously as she watched Charlie, wishing there was something she could do.

"You're tired," Jack spoke calmly, placing comforting hands on his son's shoulders. "Miley will be just fine, the baby too. I'm sure it won't be much longer before -"

A younger woman dressed in blue scrubs and a white lab coat entered the waiting room, "Mr. White?"

Charlie spun, "I'm Charlie White."

"Hi," the woman looked down at a medical chart in her hands. "You're Millicent's husband?"

Charlie nodded anxiously, "Yeah. Um, everyone just calls her Miley. She hates Millicent."

The woman smiled, "I'm Doctor Peterson. Miley is doing just fine, we've got her in one of the private recovery rooms and she's asking to see you."

"What about the baby?" Jack worried.

"The baby's fine too," Dr. Peterson reported. "I'm waiting on a couple of test results, but I don't anticipate any complications."

"Oh thank god," Haley exhaled an hour's worth of anxiety.

Charlie's shoulders relaxed and he closed his eyes, muttering silent thanks.

=====

Miley's eyes lit up when Charlie entered the room, "Hi, baby!" She was sitting up in a bed wearing a hospital gown, eating a cup of pudding and looking as if nothing were wrong in the world.

Charlie quickly moved to the side of the bed, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," she smiled, setting the pudding on a tray and spreading her arms apart.

Charlie hugged her gently, "I was so worried about you."

"I know," Miley squeezed tightly. "But the doctor said I'm okay, the baby too."

Reaching behind him, Charlie pulled a chair close to the bedside.

Jack and Haley entered the room, resulting in more tender greetings and hugs. Haley in particular lingered in an embrace, relieved Miley was well. The scene warmed Charlie, happy about the fact they had become so close with Jack and Haley. Miley needed her father, whom she worshiped, especially when Miley and her mother were not on speaking terms. They hadn't seen Victoria since the wedding and that encounter hadn't ended well.

"Hi everyone," Dr. Peterson entered the room last. "Sorry to interrupt."

"No problem," Jack said, standing beside Haley on the opposite side of the bed from Charlie. "Do you know what happened, yet? What caused my daughter's bleeding?"

Dr. Peterson asked, "Miley, have you been experiencing any cramping or discomfort recently?"

Miley shook her head.

"Have you been doing anything strenuous, such as lifting or excessive exercise?"

"Nope," Miley replied. "I mostly sit on the couch a lot, lately."

Dr. Peterson scribbled some notes on Miley's medical chart, "Any unusual sexual activity?"

"Charlie and I had sex last night," Miley answered freely, "But that was only unusual because he hadn't been home in over a month."

"Mm-hm," the doctor continued writing.

Miley added, "My husband has a really big penis. Would that make a difference?"

Charlie's cheeks flushed red.

Jack's brows lifted.

Haley lifted a hand to her mouth and stifled a laugh.

"It could," Dr. Peterson maintained a professional demeanor. "During pregnancy, especially during the third trimester, there is an increased blood supply to the cervix and vaginal walls. It's not uncommon for women in to experience harmless bleeding after sexual intercourse."

"What about the way she passed out?" Charlie wondered. "She just collapsed into my arms."

The doctor answered, "My guess is when Miley saw the blood she feared a miscarriage, which is extremely stressful. High amounts of stress can affect a person's blood-pressure and cause them to feint. It's similar to a state of shock."

"I can still have sex though," Miley worried, "Right?"

"Absolutely," Dr. Peterson smiled. "It shouldn't be a problem. You might see some spotty bleeding, but that would be normal."

"When can she come home?" Haley asked.

"We'll want to keep her here for the rest of the night, simply to monitor her vitals and make sure feinting wasn't a symptom of something more serious."

"Thank you, Doctor," Jack squeezed Miley's shoulder lovingly.

"I'll stay with her," Charlie told Jack and Haley, "if you two want to go home and get some rest."

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"Oh dear," Samantha stumbled when she rose, reaching out to brace herself against the small round table she occupied with Brian. Empty beer bottles and glasses with melting ice littered the table's surface.

"Whoa," Brian was there to catch her.

The pair were in a San Diego bar, just blocks from the convention center hosting Comic-Con. The place was sparsely lit with neon liquor signs and filled to capacity with convention-goers.

Samantha pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and grinned broadly, "I think I've had too much to drink."

Brian made sure she was stable on her feet before letting go, "Maybe we should go back to the hotel?"

"I need to pee first," Samantha declared.

Brian chuckled, "Right. Bathrooms are right over here."

Samantha leaned heavily on him as Brian escorted her towards a short hallway containing the rest rooms. He frowned when he saw the line leading into the ladies' room, "Uh, looks like there's a little bit of a wait."

"I can't wait," Samantha told him. "I have to pee really badly."

"Maybe there's a stall free in the men's room," Brian suggested.

"The men's room?" Samantha giggled.

"That's what Miley always does," Brian chuckled, recalling several trips to dance clubs with his best friends where Miley would simply circumvent any separation of the sexes.

"Sure," Samantha shrugged agreeably, curling an arm around Brian's neck and hanging against his shoulder.

Brian pushed the men's room door open and was relieved to see only one other person, washing his hands at the sink. He wrapped an arm around Samantha's waist and led her towards one of the toilet stalls in the back of the bathroom.

Samantha was dressed for their earlier meeting in a pair of professional black pants and white buttoned blouse. She unbuttoned her pants and pushed them, along with a pair of dainty underwear, down her legs.

"Yikes," Brian turned away, latching the stall door.

Samantha practically fell back onto the toilet seat, "Silly boy, you've seen my cootchie before."

"I guess you're right," Brian acknowledged. "I'm just trying to be somewhat gentlemanly, here."

"You're the only one who's seen it," Samantha added, pushing her glasses up again.

Brian squinted over his shoulder, "Really?"

Samantha bobbed her head drunkenly, "Kinda pathetic, huh? I'm twenty-five years old and one ex-boyfriend away from being a virgin."

The twinkling sounds of Samantha's urine falling into the toilet bowl filled the stall.

"I don't think that's pathetic," Brian commented gently.

Samantha snorted a laugh, "It's completely pathetic. You know how girls never want to date nerdy guys into comic books?"

"All too well," Brian said. "You pretty much described my entire high school experience."

"I've always been the pasty, four-eyed female version of that. Guys really aren't interested."

"I was interested," Brian reminded her.

"Was," Samantha reached for some toilet paper. "Past tense. But I don't blame you for choosing Stacy. She's like... unbelievably gorgeous."

Brian had been wondering when the conversation was going to come up. Given their history, Brian was surprised it took as long as it did. Obviously the alcohol was loosening Samantha's usually quiet reserve. She had been the obvious choice when Charlie and Brian realized they needed someone to help manage their comic property, due to her intimate knowledge of Captain Darkness, but Brian had his reservations. He was afraid his past romantic relationship with Samantha would make a professional relationship too difficult.

"I didn't really choose her," Brian said. "Stacy and I were more of a by-product of Charlie and Miley. I'm Charlie's best friend and Stacy is Miley's. It's like we didn't have a choice, we just kind of got thrust together."

"Great," Samantha wiped. "So now destiny is against me, too."

Brian gave her a look, "I thought you said you were over me."

Samantha stood and pulled her pants up. When she turned to flush she nearly toppled over again, but Brian was there to support her. She leaned against his chest, "I never got over you, silly boy. I just... I gave up."

=====

Miley asked, "Do you remember when you were in the hospital with your broken ribs and I jerked you off in the shower?"

"I'll never forget it," Charlie remained in a chair at Miley's bedside. He was playing with a remote control, exploring available channels on a wall-mounted television.

Miley giggled, "What about the time after we first hooked up and I jerked you off in my BMW?"

Charlie glanced at her, "That time in the parking lot?"

Miley grinned and nodded.

"I thought we were going to get caught by someone walking by."

"Yeah, you were always pretty nervous in high school." Miley pulled a Styrofoam cup on her bedside tray closer, drawing some water through its straw. "How about when I jerked you off in your grandma's bathroom?"

"Don't remind me," Charlie laughed. "I'm positive my mom knew what we were doing when we came out."

"You had a guilty look on your face," Miley noted.

Charlie gave up on finding anything worth watching, "All I can find is infomercials."

"It's almost four o'clock in the morning, baby." Miley reached out and rubbed Charlie's shoulder comfortingly, "There's nothing on at this hour."

Charlie turned the television off with the click of a button and set the remote on Miley's tray, "Do you remember every hand-job you've ever given me?"

"I don't know," Miley lifted a shoulder. "I've given you a lot of hand-jobs. Like that time I got you off in the limo on our way to prom."

Charlie smiled at the memory, "Yeah, and of course you remember after prom in our hotel, when you gave me one with...."

"Stacy," Miley finished for him.

Charlie's expression lost its mirth, "How is she?"

"I haven't seen her since she broke up with Brian." Miley sighed sadly, "But I guess she's not doing well. Chip said she's been partying and drinking pretty heavily all summer long."

"You talk to Chip?" Charlie sounded surprised.

"He came by the house," Miley explained. "Evidently they're sleeping together."

Charlie's jaw dropped, "Stacy and Chip?"

"Yeah," Miley bit her lip. "I'm worried about her, Charlie. I want to go see her but it was really awful the last time we spoke. She hates that I'm so close to Brian. She's convinced Brian is cheating on her with Sam and that I'm covering for him. We both said terrible things to each other."

"I'm sorry," Charlie clasped Miley's hand. "You two have always been so close, but when you fight it's epic."

"He's not, is he?" Miley feared. "Cheating with Sam?"

"Of course not," Charlie shook his head dismissively. "I mean, we got close with Sam again while on the promotional tour, which I never thought would be possible after she faked a pregnancy, but they're just friends. If anything was going on between them I'd definitely know about it."

Miley looked relieved, trusting Charlie's evaluation.

=====

Samantha was giggling uncontrollably and leaning against Brian as they walked through a long hallway towards her hotel room, "I'm really drunk."

"So am I," Brian laughed.

"You can't be that bad," she noted, depending on him to remain upright. "I mean, you feel stable."

"I guess I'm a more practiced drunk," Brian surmised. When they reached the door he situated Samantha against the wall, "Where's your key card?"

Samantha leaned back against the wall and fished in her pants pocket, "Remind me why we drank so much?"

"Because Marvel Studios and HBO want to make a show based on Captain Darkness," Brian answered her, taking the card when she produced it.

Samantha made a big grin, "Oh yeah. But you and Charlie can't cave on final story approval, no matter how much money they throw at you. Okay?"

Brian got the door open and slid an arm around Samantha to escort her inside, "Relax. You can stop being our manager for one night, right? We can talk about it tomorrow, when we've sobered up."

"I have to be your manager all the time," she leaned against his side as the pair moved the short distance towards a large bed. "Otherwise...."

"Otherwise what?"

Samantha sat on the foot of the bed, relieved they had finally reached their destination. "Otherwise," she looked at him, pushing her glasses up, "I start thinking about other stuff."

Brian sat beside her, "What kind of other stuff?"

"Like, how much I want to be your girlfriend again."

"Oh," Brian froze when Samantha rested her head upon his shoulder. "That kind of other stuff."

=====

Charlie awoke with a start to his cell phone buzzing from within his front pocket, forgetting where he was. He glanced around the silent hospital room and saw Miley curled up on the bed with a peaceful expression. With a sleepy squint towards a wall clock Charlie wondered who would be calling him at seven o'clock in the morning. He sat up in the bedside chair and dug into his pocket.

"Brian?" Charlie answered quietly, rising to step out of the room. He didn't want to wake Miley.

"Hey, dude." Brian's voice greeted. "I'm sorry to call so late, but I needed someone to talk to."

"Late?" Charlie snorted, closing Miley's room door behind him. "It's early -- just after seven."

"Oh yeah. I forget the time difference. It's four o'clock, here."

Charlie started walking down the hall and noticed several hospital staff members pushing carts and preparing to serve breakfast. "What are you doing up?" he asked. "Is everything all right?"

"No," Brian answered. "Everything is definitely not all right. I almost slept with Sam."

"What?" Charlie exclaimed louder than he had intended.

"I know," Brian's tone sounded guilty, "I know. But we both had a lot to drink and then I ended up in her hotel room. She told me she still has a thing for me and then the next thing I know we're making out and ripping each other's clothes off."

"Jesus," Charlie listened, finding an empty waiting room and sitting down.

"I don't know how I did it, but I stopped before things got too far. But I wanted her, dude. I really did."

"I can't blame you," Charlie said, pushing a hand through his brown hair and leaning back in the waiting room chair. "I mean, you've been on the road for four months with your ex-girlfriend. Something was bound to happen, eventually."

"I just feel so guilty," Brian said. "I basically did... or almost did what I swore to Stacy I wasn't doing. Shit, dude, how come I can't ever make up my mind?"

"Because they're both great girls," Charlie answered for him. "Stacy is your high school dream, you know? She's fun, gorgeous, strong, and independent. But Sam... she's one of us. She's a geek. She thinks Wolverine is cool and loves to argue about why Star Wars is better than Star Trek."

"Yeah," Brian agreed. "I really dig that about Sam."

"Listen," Charlie said, rubbing his forehead. "There's something I need to tell you; it's about Stace."

Apprehension tainted Brian's voice, "Uh-oh, what is it?"

"You can't freak out," Charlie warned. "And I'm not even sure I'm supposed to be telling you, because I heard it from Miley, but you're my best friend and there's no way I can keep something like this from you."

"Spit it out, dude. What's going on?"

Charlie sighed, "Evidently Stacy has been hooking up with Chip."

"CHIP!!!???"

Charlie had to pull the cell phone away from his ear.

Brian continued yelling, "She's been afraid of me sleeping with Sam and all this time she's been two-timing me with that skinny little high school nerd?!"

Charlie winced.

"What the fuck, Charlie?!? I'm going to kill Chip when I get back!"

"I don't think you can do that," Charlie reasoned, trying to sound calming.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Well, technically, didn't she break up with you? Stacy isn't really cheating on you if you guys are broken up."

"So you're taking her side?" Brian accused.

"Whoa, man," Charlie lifted a staying palm, even though there wasn't anyone in the room to see his gesture. "Don't get pissed at the messenger. If anything, I agree with you; it's pretty low of Chip to move in on the ex of one of his best friends."

"He's no friend of mine," Brian sounded angry. "I always liked Theo better, anyway."

"Really?" Charlie sounded surprised. "I always thought Chip had better taste in comics. Theo always seemed a little... off. Plus I think he has a giant crush on Miley."

"Really, Charlie? Is this what we're talking about?" Brian sounded sarcastic, "Who has better taste in comics, Chip or Theo?"

"Right. Sorry." Charlie got back on track, "Well, look at it this way -- now you don't have to feel guilty about almost having sex with Sam."

"How long has Miley known about this?" Brian asked. "Is Miley there? Can I talk to her?"

"She's sleeping... um, I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but we had a bit of a scare last night. We're at the hospital."

"What? Is she okay? The baby...?

"Everything's cool," Charlie assured him. "Don't worry about it; I'll be taking her home later this morning. She was bleeding a little out of her, you know... lady parts. She fainted, thinking it was a miscarriage or something, but the bleeding turned out to be totally normal. They only kept her overnight to make sure she hadn't gone into shock."

"Lady parts?" Brian asked teasingly. "Jesus, Charlie, you can be such a square. Just say 'vagina'. You're a writer for Christ's sake, use your vocabulary."

"My pregnant wife is in the hospital and you're giving me shit about my lack of vocabulary regarding the female sex organ?"

"I'm just teasing you. You said she's okay, right?"

Charlie sighed, "Yeah, she's fine. She frightened the shit out of me though. I mean, she had blood running down her legs and she was as white as a ghost. I thought... I mean, I thought...."

"I'm sorry, dude." Brian quickly said, hearing that Charlie was having trouble finishing his sentence. "That sounds really scary. Shit, I should be home with you guys. I should be there at the hospital, with you."




Charlie & Miley Ch. 02



"You have to take care of Captain Darkness," Charlie reminded. "How did it go with Stan Lee?"

"Oh my god," Brian sounded like he was in awe. "Stan was awesome. Do you know what he told me? He said he hasn't seen cooler artwork since Jack Kirby! Can you fucking believe that shit? Stan the Man Lee compared me to the King!"

"That's awesome," Charlie grinned.

"That's not the half of it. Sam and I took that meeting with the Marvel Studios guys -- they want to do a thirteen episode serial on HBO and see if it takes off. Captain Darkness could be the next Game of Thrones!"

"That sounds great. What did Sam say?"

"You know her," Brian chuckled. "She kept advising me not to sign anything until we have assurances on script approval and all that other creative-rights Hollywood bullshit."

"We should listen to her," Charlie advised. "Sam's never steered us wrong before. I mean, other than her fake... never mind. We should let her take the lead on this."

"Yeah," Brian agreed softly. "She's so awesome. Jesus, Charlie. I'm in love with two girls. What the hell am I going to do?"

"You want my honest opinion?"

"Of course."

Charlie took a deep breath. He loved Stacy and she was one of his closest friends, but he felt like she and Brian weren't right for each other. "Stacy broke up with you, and from what Miley told me she's moved on. Sam's right there and she wants to be with you. To me, I guess it's kind of obvious."

=====

She tried to ignore it but it was the third time her cell phone had rung in as many minutes.

"Answer your phone," Chip groaned from beside her on the bed; he too was half-asleep.

Through the fog of her hangover, Stacy reached to the bedside stand and blearily glanced at the face of her phone to see who was calling. It was a Tallahassee area code but she didn't recognize the number. "Hello?" she decided to answer, mumbling.

"Stacy?" asked a female voice.

"Yeah?" Stacy confirmed, glancing at her clock which told her it was eight-thirty in the morning. After a long night's partying Stacy didn't like to get up until at least noon, especially since she didn't have any classes during the summer session of University.

"It's Haley," the voice in her phone said. "Haley Andrews."

"Haley?" Stacy rubbed her eyes and sat up. "Why in the hell are you calling me? How do you even have my number?"

"I know you still hate my guts," Haley started. "And that's fine, but I thought you'd want to know about Miley."

Stacy suddenly sobered at Haley's serious tone of voice.

"We had to take her to the hospital last night," Haley explained when Stacy didn't say anything. "She's fine, and hopefully they'll let her out today, but she gave us all a pretty good scare. I know you two are fighting and all, but you were best friends once and I.... well, like I said I just thought you should know."

Stacy closed her eyes at the well of emotions she suddenly felt. She had done her best not to think about Miley ever since their fight about Brian a month prior, but worry and concern flooded over her, "Is... you said she's okay? Was it the baby?"

"She was bleeding and that caused a lot of stress, but she's fine. The baby too."

"Listen," Haley urged after Stacy remained silent. "I know it's none of my business but whatever you and Miley are fighting about, is it really worth it? I mean -"

Stacy hung up, ending the call before turning her phone's ringer off.

"Who was it?" Chip mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Nobody important," Stacy replied, setting her phone down. Haley's call was an intrusion of reality -- something Stacy didn't want to face. She got up from bed and looked around her dorm room for a bottle. "I need a drink."

=====

Miley peered over the rim of the glass in her hand at a purplish-colored fluid, sniffing at it cautiously. "This smells funny," she grimaced.

"Drink it," her mother instructed firmly.

Miley glanced apprehensively at her while sitting at a tiny table in Olivia's kitchen. "The hospital said I was fine, why do I have to -?"

"It's herbal tea," Olivia urged, wiping her kitchen counter of crumbs after having made Charlie a sandwich. "It's supposed to help relieve stress."

Miley bit her lower lip and glanced out the kitchen window towards Charlie, who was eating his sandwich and standing outside next to his father and a lawn-mower. She wondered what they were talking about as she took her first sip of the tea, imagining John telling his son how proud he was of him. Either that or they were talking about lawn mowers; men talked about the strangest things, Miley thought.

Looking beyond, towards the driveway, Miley fondly remembered the first time she had visited Olivia and John's house. She had driven Charlie home from high school and it was the first time the two of them had ever fooled around together sexually. Though that had happened only two and a half years prior, Miley thought it felt like a lifetime.

"It's not so bad," Olivia joined Miley at the small table, opposite. "Is it?"

Miley shook her head and took another sip. She saw Olivia glance out towards the boys, "It's good to have Charlie home, right?"

Olivia nodded, "I'm glad the two of you came over today, but you just got out of the hospital this morning. You should be home resting. John and I could have come to you."

"I'm fine," Miley reiterated. "Besides, I needed to get out of the house. I've been cooped up there for weeks. I took a long relaxing bath before we came over. Plus, your granddaughter stopped kicking all the time. I think she can hear Charlie's voice, so she knows her daddy is home. We both missed her daddy."

Olivia smiled proudly when Miley referred to the baby as her granddaughter, "Have you two decided on a name yet?"

"I think we should name her Electra," Miley huffed, "but Charlie says he doesn't want to name her after an assassin."

Olivia's brows lifted with alarm, "An assassin?"

"Comic book stuff," Miley intoned dryly.

"Ah," Olivia nodded knowingly. "Well, what name does Charlie like?"

"He wants to name her Gwen," Miley set her tea down.

"That's a nice name?" Olivia offered, sensing hesitancy from Miley.

"That's Spider-Man's dead girlfriend's name," Miley elaborated. "This is what happens when you marry a geek."

Olivia chuckled, "You know, I used to worry about Charlie. When he was a little boy he always had his nose stuck in those comic books of his. I thought he'd eventually grow out of it, but his interest only increased. By the time he was a senior in high school I wondered if he'd ever get a girlfriend."

Miley grinned, remembering well.

"But then you came along," Olivia recalled warmly. "Oh, honey. Your arrival changed everything. All the sudden Charlie had a new obsession and he grew out of all his boyhood hobbies practically overnight."

Miley glanced out the window towards her husband, smiling at Olivia's memories.

"But he held on to one dream," Olivia continued. "Charlie wanted to be a comic book writer. I always encouraged him to follow his dream, even though I had my doubts. But he proved me wrong. He's doing exactly what he always wanted, and by the sounds of things it's going very well. Comic books aren't just some passing boyhood fancy to Charlie, that's his livelihood now. Both of your livelihoods. So maybe Charlie isn't such a geek after all, and there's more to comic books than the rest of us thought."

"Yeah," Miley agreed. "Hollywood can't make enough comic book movies, lately. Geek certainly is the new chic."

"Looking at it that way, maybe Gwen isn't such a bad name," Olivia lifted a shoulder. "I kind of like it."

Miley bit her lip, considering Olivia's words. She often appreciated her mother's wisdom, especially given that her own mother wasn't in the picture and never offered much in the way of wisdom even when she and Miley were on speaking terms.

=====

Samantha sat up in her hotel bed like a shot, waking suddenly to an undeniable churning sensation in her stomach. She covered her mouth with one hand and threw the sheet off her form with the other. Sprinting towards the bathroom she made it to the toilet just in time. Groaning miserably after everything was up, Samantha vowed silently never to consume alcohol again. She tried recalling exactly how much she had to drink at the bar but realized she couldn't even remember leaving.

A knock came on the door while she was still kneeling on the cold bathroom tiles and Samantha assumed it was the hotel's cleaning service. "Can you come back later?" she called loudly.

"Sam," came Brian's voice. "It's me."

"Oh god," Samantha moaned. She called out, "Just a second, okay?"

Using the lip of the toilet to push herself up, Samantha regarded herself in the mirror. Everything was slightly blurry without her glasses, but she could tell black strands of her hair were wildly going everywhere. Clutching a brush she hurriedly tried sorting it out.

"Sam?" Brian's voice called from the hotel hallway. "Is everything okay?"

Brian finally heard the deadbolt before the door opened and he was greeted to Samantha's disheveled demeanor. "Whoa," his brows rose. "You look terrible."

"I'm hung over," Sam remarked dryly with a frown. "Thanks to you."

"Me?" Brian placed a defensive hand on his chest, "I wasn't pouring those drinks down your throat, last night."

"You kept teasing me that I couldn't keep up with you!"

Brian grinned smugly, "Yeah, I'm pretty good at holding my liquor. I trained well as a college freshman."

Samantha stuck her tongue out and gestured for him to join her in the room.

"Listen," Brian followed her into the hotel room. "I need to talk to you."

Samantha collapsed into a chair. "Is it about what happened last night?" she asked, hopeful.

"Uh, you remember that?"

"I remember making out," Samantha confirmed.

"It's not about that," Brian shook his head. "I need to go. Home."

"What? Why?"

"To kill someone."

Samantha gave him a blank look.

"It's that little rat-fink Chip," Brian gnashed his teeth in anger. "He made a move on Stacy! I swear to god, Sam. I'm gonna kill that little fucker."

"For Stacy," Samantha huffed, hardly believing her own ears. "You want to go home for Stacy? Not six hours ago you were laying right there in my bed with your hands all over my breasts, making out with me, and now you have the nerve to come in here and tell me you need to go home because your ex-girlfriend is seeing another guy!?"

"Wait..." Brian backpedaled, "It's not like that. I mean -"

Samantha angrily rose from her chair, "I can't believe I did this to myself again! I thought maybe you were finally over her. I thought maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for us after all. But you'll never be over her, will you? I'll always be the girl you settle for when Stacy isn't around."

Brian winced, "Please, let me explain. I swear it's not about Stacy. It's Chip, he's supposed to be my friend."

"No," Samantha refused. "Forget it, Brian. I'm not doing this anymore. If you want to go, then go. I don't care. Go chase after the girl who dumped you."

Brian felt immediately guilty at the stinging words, "Wait, I know I sound like a jerk. It's just that we've been gone so long that I feel like everything's passing me by at home."

Samantha held her skeptical expression but allowed Brian to talk.

"I talked to Charlie this morning," Brian continued. "Miley is in the hospital. She's okay, but -"

"I don't want to hear it," Samantha lifted her hands in a gesture of defeat, "I'm surprised we lasted on this promotional tour as long as we did, what with all the drama you and Charlie are constantly bringing to the table."

"Why don't you come with me?" Brian suggested.

"Because someone has to manage Captain Darkness," she replied in an annoyed tone. "You and Charlie are unbelievable, you know that? You guys are on the verge of becoming a major mainstream success. You could be millionaires by this time next year if this HBO show gets off the ground. But it seems like you're both more concerned about your women."

"That's not fair," Brian frowned. "Well, maybe for me, but not Charlie. Miley is his wife, and they're about to have a baby. I think that's pretty important to him right now, and rightly so."

"Which is why you hired me," Samantha sighed. "So go, Brian. Just go. There's no point in arguing with you anymore."

Brian let out a heavy breath, wondering why he could never make up his mind when it came to women.

=====

Charlie looked around his old bedroom within his parent's house. It seemed much smaller than he remembered, though he was certain his parents hadn't changed a thing. His poster of the Incredible Hulk bursting through the wall still hung above the bed, and all of his action figures and other geeky memorabilia remained on various shelves and furniture surfaces.

"Hey," Miley poked her head around the doorway, her dark curls falling at an angle.

Charlie blinked away his childhood reminiscing and smiled, "Hey."

"What'cha doin?"

Charlie scratched his temple and shook his head, "Nothing."

Miley caught the wistful look that left Charlie's eyes and grinned at him, "Were you thinking about the first time I jerked you off in here? Because I was thinking about that earlier...."

Charlie laughed, "Not exactly. But something like that."

Miley stepped into the room, one hand over the tight tee stretched around her pregnant stomach, "I have so many good memories that happened in this house. It's hard to come back and not think of all the stuff we used to get up to whenever your parents were dumb enough to leave us alone."

"Seems like a long time ago," Charlie mused. "Doesn't it?"

Miley smiled playfully and gently pushed the bedroom door shut, "Want to make some more memories?"

Charlie immediately shook his head, "Miley, we can't. You just got out of the hospital."

"So?" Miley lifted an uncaring shoulder. "The doctor said everything was fine, and that we could continue having intercourse right up until the baby is born." Her eyes twinkled, "Intercourse means sex."

Charlie smirked, "I know what intercourse means."

Miley slinked up against him, her round tummy pressing against Charlie's waist, "I'm fine, Charlie. Come on; let's fool around in your bedroom -- for old time's sake."

"What about my parents?" Charlie worried.

"Your dad is out in the garage and your mom is busy baking something," Miley said while kissing his neck.

"What if they catch us?"

"What if they do?" Miley giggled. She teased, "Think they'll ground you?"

Charlie scratched his head, "Good point."

"By the way," Miley said, holding him. "I talked to your mom. She thinks Gwen is a good name."

"Yeah? What do you think?"

Miley bit her lip in thought, "It's definitely old-school, but... it's cute. Let's just say it's growing on me. A little."

"Can her middle name be Stacy?"

"You want to name her after Stace? That's not a bad idea. Gwen Stacy White...."

Charlie grinned as Miley failed to get it, "I love you so much, you know that?"

Miley beamed up at him, "I'm just glad you're not stuck on 'Mary Jane'."



Charlie & Miley Ch. 03



Drawing a black trench coat more tightly around his crouching form to ward off the late-fall chill, Captain Darkness was nothing more than another rooftop shadow in the middle of the night as he waited for his prey. He knew his nemesis would eventually step out through the back-alley door; it was only a matter of time and the Captain was a patient man. It had taken weeks of strong-arming the low-lives of Gateway City, sorting through endless rumors and false leads, but it had been worth it. The reign of Dr. Jinx and his criminal empire would end that night, Captain Darkness silently vowed.

He didn't know if he had been on that rooftop for minutes or hours when the alley door finally opened. Captain Darkness had to restrain himself from springing into immediate action as a thug in a pinstriped suit stepped out of the warehouse first. The criminal glanced around the alley with the barrel of a tommy gun before Dr. Jinx finally appeared. Four additional men exited to assume flanking positions on either side of the evil doctor.

Captain Darkness smiled beneath his featureless black mask. It would only be their six against his one -- favorable odds for the hero.

"Get the car and bring it around to -" Dr. Jinx began instructing one of his henchmen before everything went black.

"Wha -?"

"I can't see!"

"What happened to the lights?"

"It's Captain Darkness, you fools!" Dr. Jinx shrieked, reaching under his white suit jacket for a slim pistol. "Kill him!"

Jinx was sure his hired goons were doomed as soon as he heard the familiar bone-crunching sounds of a fist against his men's faces. Even though he couldn't see anything through the supernatural blanket of darkness, he recalled which direction the mouth of the alley was and ran blindly towards it. Dr. Jinx hoped his men could at least delay the Captain long enough to secure an escape.

City lights suddenly came into view as Jinx spilled out onto the street. He glanced back towards the murky blackness consuming the alley as he heard a man scream from his arm being broken. Taking a split-second to regain his bearings, Jinx spotted his car and sprinted towards it...

Miley quickly turned the page to continue reading, "Charlie, this is amazing. When did you write this?"

"While Brian, Sam, and I were in Kansas City," Charlie replied, doing his best to make sense of assembly instructions. Pieces of the crib they had purchased that day lay scattered on the carpeted floor all around him.

Pulling on her ankle Miley curled a leg beneath her as she sat in an easy-chair within their massive bedroom. At eight months pregnant, Miley often struggled to be comfortable. "It's perfect. It's so... so... what's that word you used?"

"Noir," Charlie answered.

"Yeah," Miley nodded as she read. "Noir. It reads like one of those old gangster movies you see on TV late at night. Except your story has superpowers."

Charlie flipped the crib's instructions around, wondering if they made more sense in French, "Sam says the execs at HBO are balking at the setting because the forties will alienate too many viewers. They think the show should be set in modern times."

"That's just silly," Miley declared. "Captain Darkness wears a fedora. No one in modern times wears a fedora. Well, except Indiana Jones."

Charlie smirked at the ignorance of her comment, "Miley, the setting for Indiana Jones takes place... never mind."

"When will the Captain's girlfriend appear on the show? She's in the first issue of the comic, after all. And since it's HBO you can show them having sex and stuff."

"I don't think there'll be any sex scenes," Charlie answered distractedly, combing around the floor for some screws.

"Why not?" Miley sounded surprised, "Someone's having sex every five minutes on Game of Thrones. If you want to make the geeks of the world go crazy for your show, you better put in at least one sex scene per episode and have lots of naked girls scattered around. If there's one thing in this world that excites comic book nerds, it's naked girls."

Charlie stopped what he was doing and considered his wife's words. Miley may not have known what 'noir' meant, but no one Charlie knew had more skill at enticing people. Especially young men, who represented Captain Darkness' key demographic.

"Don't get me wrong," Miley continued, flipping to the next page of Charlie's script. "Your story is awesome, but sex sells. Anyone watching will expect sex and nudity -- people are always fucking on HBO."

"Maybe," Charlie conceded, turning back to his mess of parts. "Crap. 'Some assembly required' my ass. This entire crib needs assembly!"

Miley smiled at her husband's frustration and uncurled from her chair. She padded across the floor to kneel behind Charlie and placed her hands at his shoulders, "Why don't you leave this for later? I'm sure my dad would be willing to help you out once he gets home."

"I should be able to put a crib together," Charlie stated resolutely. "What kind of father will I be if I can't even make a crib?"

Miley rubbed his shoulders comfortingly, "You're going to be an amazing father."

"Are you sure?" Charlie wondered in a worrisome tone. "Our daughter is going to show up in about six weeks and I'm barely old enough to buy a beer. What do I know about being someone's dad?"

"Nothing," Miley answered.

Charlie didn't sound reassured, "Exactly. What if we made a big mistake, Miley? What if we're too young to be parents?"

"Do you think your father had a clue when you were born? My dad didn't. In fact, he pretty much remains clueless when it comes to parenting. I think it's something we'll learn as we go, you know?"

"Learn as we go? Isn't that kind of risky?"

Miley kneaded into Charlie shoulders trying to get him to relax, "You worry too much. A baby isn't really that complicated. You gotta feed them, change their diapers, coo at them when they cry, and take them to the doctor every couple of weeks. The hard stuff comes later."

"Really?" Charlie sounded nervous. "Like what kind of hard stuff?"

"You know - when they start asking questions."

"What kind of questions?" Charlie glanced over his shoulder.

"Um... like when she'll want to know where babies come from."

"That sounds like a good job for her mother. Talking about sex comes naturally to you."

Miley grinned and wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck. "What about when she brings her first boyfriend home to meet her daddy?"

"I'll do a background check and full cavity search on him," Charlie said half-jokingly.

Miley giggled, "Be serious. I mean, what if he has tattoos and rides a motorcycle?"

"I don't know... what did Jack do when you brought your first boyfriend home?"

Miley gave him a funny look, "You should know - you were there."

Charlie's face scrunched up with confusion, "I was? Wait, you mean I was the first boyfriend you introduced to your dad? I didn't know that."

"Silly boy," Miley squeezed him. "You were my first boyfriend. I thought you knew that?"

Charlie tried to remember, "I knew you were a virgin, but you dated a lot of guys before we hooked up, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I went out on dates with boys," Miley shrugged. "But I was never in an actual relationship before you."

He met Miley's father at a restaurant, Charlie remembered. Jack had offered Charlie to help him publish Captain Darkness. "Your dad was totally cool that day," Charlie recalled fondly, the tension slowly easing out of his shoulders as Miley returned to massaging them. "Do you remember what a wreck I was? I was sure he was going to hate me, after your mom caught us having sex."

"Oh god," Miley laughed and briefly covered her face with a palm. "I forgot that happened right before you met him. He asked me about that, at the time. I told him I loved you."

Charlie glanced at her.

Miley smiled warmly, "You had gone to get the car. I told him I loved you and that you were going to be a big part of my life from that moment on. Which was weird, because before you the biggest commitment I ever made was wearing the same pair of shoes two days in a row. I think I freaked him out. His only request was that I not make him a grandfather before he turned forty - which we managed to do. Barely."

Charlie grinned at that.

"You should forget about this crib," Miley suggested. "Let's have sex instead."

Charlie snorted in amusement at Miley's blunt and sudden offer, "Right now?"

Still kneeling behind him, Miley reached around and slid her hand under Charlie's loose tee shirt to rub his chest, "Yeah, why not? I'm only going to be pregnant for so long, and I know how much my pregnant body turns you on."

"It does," Charlie admitted softly.

"Come on," Miley tugged at him, "Let's get kinky."

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It had been months since Brian had been at the Tallahassee mall near where he grew up. Much had happened in his life since beginning the promotional tour for his and Charlie's comic book. In a matter of months Brian had gone from a broke college drop-out to one of the comic industry's hottest new artists. In essence, he had grown up; matured. But as he stalked towards The House of Spandex, the mall's comic book shop, everything seemed distantly familiar. Little had changed.

Theo, a rail-thin, red-headed, soon-to-be high school senior, was standing behind the register counter when Brian entered the store. "Holy crap," Theo's face lit up. "Brian? Man, I haven't seen you in -"

"Where is he?" Brian interrupted sternly.

"Uh..." Theo blinked at the curt greeting, "Where's who?"

"Chip," Brian clarified. "Where's Chip?"

"I dunno," Theo shrugged with the whole of his arms. "He's on his afternoon break. Maybe try the food court?"

Without another word Brian turned to leave.

"Wait...!" Theo called, "Could you sign my copy of Captain Darkness #1?"

But Brian was already out of the store. He maneuvered swiftly through the thin weekday crowd, bypassing the department store wing. He cut around the jewelry store where Haley once worked before turning towards the center of the mall. Centrally located, the food court was a circle of fast-food brands with a mass of tables in the middle.

Chip's backwards ball cap wasn't hard to spot. He was seated at a table with a blonde woman who had her back to Brian's approach.

"You son of a bitch!" Brian growled when he got closer, violently pushing a chair out of his way.

"Brian?!" Chip's eyes grew wide. He slid his chair back cautiously, recognizing a fury in Brian's eyes.

Leading with his fist, Brian didn't let Chip get as far as standing up. Chip caught the punch right in the chin, causing the slender teen to bowl over backwards in his chair.

"Brian!?" Stacy yelled, just as surprised as Chip was to see her ex-boyfriend.

It hadn't registered in Brian's fury-filled mind that the blonde sitting with Chip would likely be Stacy, but the sound of her voice startled him enough to cease any further violence.

"What the hell are you doing?" Stacy shrieked, hurrying around the table to where Chip was laying on the hard floor.

"So it's true," Brian accused. "You've replaced me with one of my friends. It's not bad enough that you dumped me over the phone -- you have to hook up with Chip?!?"

Chip remained on the floor as Stacy knelt at his side. He put a hand to his chin and checked his fingers for blood.

"You left me!" Stacy shot back. "To go hopping around the country with your ex-girlfriend! You don't have any right to be angry at me about anything!"

"I was faithful to you," Brian leveled an emphasizing finger. "But from what I hear all you've done this summer is drink, party, and spread your legs!"

Stacy abandoned Chip's side, rose, and slapped Brian across the face, all in one fluid motion.

"Ow!" Brian complained, "What the hell was that for?"

"You're an asshole," Stacy sneered. She moved to slap him a second time, but Brian caught her wrist before Stacy could once again make impact on his cheek.

Chip realized he was fine and sat up on the floor, "Come on, you guys...."

"Let go of me!" Stacy tried tugging her wrist free from Brian's grasp.

"Are you drunk right now?" Brian asked, smelling the alcohol on her breath once they were face to face.

"That's none of your business," Stacy hissed, furious. "I'm none of your business, not anymore!"

"Did you drive here?" Brian asked, stunned. "To see Chip on his break?" He glanced down at his former chum, "Were you going to let her leave like this? Let her drive?"

Chip wasn't sure how to answer Brian's question, managing only a stammer, "I-I...."

"Fuck you, Brian," Stacy spat. "You don't have any say about what I do or don't do. Not anymore."

"That may be," Brian countered. "But I'm not going to let you drive anywhere like this. Give me your keys."

"Fuck off!" Stacy yelled, trying to push Brian away. He held her wrist and tried to calm Stacy, which began a tug of war between them.

"Uh-oh," Chip suddenly rose, seeing a pair of mall security guards approaching. "Uh, guys? Maybe you should stop fighting...?"

The suggestion fell on deaf ears as Brian and Stacy continued to stubbornly push and pull on each other while bickering.

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Miley was lying on her back in bed, her wavy curls splayed out like a halo around her head, when her eyes suddenly went wide. "Oh my god," she gasped, reaching around her pregnant stomach to clutch Charlie's hair at the back of his head, "Oh my god, Charlie. Don't stop... don't stop... oh my god, that feels so good."

Charlie had his face buried between Miley's thighs, orally servicing her. He had been taking his time, licking her slit and teasing Miley's clitoris, listening to her beg for his manhood rather than his mouth. When he finally focused on her pleasure-inducing button with steady attention from his tongue she began writhing and moaning; her begging for his erection changed into pleas for more of his mouth.

Pulling her husband's face into her sex, Miley's other hand clutched at the sheets. "You're going to make me cum," she announced. Her baby-heavy tummy was thrust towards the ceiling as she arched her back, shockwaves of pleasure taking over any motor control. Even her toes curled as Miley began gasping uncontrollably.

The orgasm was obvious by Miley's physical reaction, but Charlie could also taste it. A tangy honey seemed to melt out of Miley's pussy, the familiar flavor assaulting his tongue. He continued licking and sucking her clitoris as she rode the waves of pleasure, waiting until her squeezing thighs loosened from around her head.

"Oh fuck," Miley shivered, pulling Charlie's face away from her suddenly-sensitive clitoris. "That felt so fucking good, baby. God, I needed that."

Charlie grinned at her lidded expression, lifting himself to kneel at the foot of the bed between her feet. Miley's orgasm stained his face, her glistening juices wetting his mouth and cheeks.

With a giggle Miley beckoned, "Come here, silly. You've got my pleasure all over your face."

Charlie slid his body alongside hers so Miley could kiss him. She licked the corners of his mouth and dragged her tongue over his lips, cleaning him of her essence.

"Do you like that?" he asked, kissing her back.

Miley cupped his cheek in her palm, "Do I like what? Getting eaten out? Of course -"

"No. Tasting yourself. That doesn't bother you? Tasting your own wetness?"

Miley smiled and bit her lower lip, "Of course not. You like it, why shouldn't I?"

"I guess it's different for girls," Charlie surmised. "Most guys would get freaked out by... you know."

"Tasting their own cum?"

Charlie nodded.

"Do you think about it?"

Charlie's eyebrows rose in silent question.

"Eating your cum. Have you ever thought about it? You know, like when you're jerking off?"

He blushed, "I, uh...."

She smiled at Charlie's sudden shyness, "Charlie, don't be silly. It's me. You can tell me anything. Is that something that turns you on, baby?"

"I guess I've thought about it," Charlie admitted. "And I remember tasting it on your finger, once. I guess I was just curious, you know, of what it tastes like."

"We could try some together," Miley suggested gently, caressing his cheek and pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

"You don't think that's... um...." Charlie hesitated.

"Gay?" Miley finished for him.

Charlie nodded again, grateful how Miley often found his words and had no inhibitions to speak them.

Rolling to her side, Miley reached between their lying bodies and found Charlie's cock. She curled her fingers around its semi-rigid length. She hid her amusement, "I'm pretty sure you're not gay, Charlie."

Charlie breathed out a quiet laugh, mirroring Miley and rolling to face her.

"I think it's pretty normal for a guy to be curious about his own cum," Miley offered, guiding his erection to life with slow strokes. "I mean, how often does a guy jerk off in his life? About a gazillion times? If I had a cock, I'd be curious what the goo shooting out of me tasted like."

Charlie stared into her perfect blue eyes, "So, um, what did you mean by sharing it?"

Miley smiled playfully, "First we have to get it out of you. Just leave everything to me, okay?"

"Okay," Charlie agreed. He trusted Miley in all things sexual.

"Put your hand on me," she instructed. "On my pregnant tummy."

Charlie did, spreading his palm over the curve of her pregnant stomach. Her skin was warm and smooth.

"Your cum is really potent," Miley said as she rubbed her thumb around the firm edge of Charlie's cockhead. "It made me this way. Your cum made me pregnant. It has grown inside my tummy, turning into a baby. You put a baby into me, Charlie, by shooting your cum into my womb."

Charlie began smoothing his hand over Miley's skin, feeling her swollen stomach and caressing her pregnancy.

"I love your cum," she continued the dirty talk. "I love how it tastes and how it feels. I love it when you shoot your cum on my body and it feels hot against my skin. I feel so proud when you do that, knowing I turned my man on so much that your cock gave up its pleasure just for me."

Charlie closed his eyes, her words and touch turning him on. His hand moved to one of Miley's breasts, her inflated nipple hot against his palm. Her breast felt heavy, soft, and flush with motherhood.

"That's it," Miley encouraged him. "Play my tits. Feel my pregnant body."

Dribbles of milk began leaking from Miley's nipple as Charlie continued squeezing. The tighter he clutched her breast, the more milk came out. Before long a hair-string stream would spray against his chest each time he squeezed, like milking an udder.

"That feels good," she whispered, speeding up her hand. Miley began masturbating Charlie with rapid pumps, her fist upside-down compared to her usual technique, "You like milking me, don't you baby?"

Charlie nodded, his breath growing aroused, "You're so sexy, Miley. God, I love your pregnant body."

Briefly pausing her masturbating strokes, Miley moved her hand so that some of the milk would spill out onto her fingers and palm. She used the fluid to lubricate Charlie's shaft and slicken her strokes, "I know you do, baby. I can feel it in your cock -- it's so hard right now. I can't wait to make you cum. It's going to turn me on so much to watch you taste it."

Charlie twitched as Miley focused on his cock's head, rubbing it exclusively for several brisk strokes. His hips started moving, fucking his cock into Miley's grip.

She matched his needy tempo and sensed Charlie wasn't far, "Are you a naughty boy, Charlie?"

He moaned with arousal, reaching his arm around to Miley's backside to clutch at the padding of her ass.

"Are you a naughty boy who wants to taste his own cum? Huh, baby? Are you gonna taste your own cum for me?"




Charlie & Miley Ch. 03



"Oh god," Charlie moaned, his face clenching.

Miley sat up, Charlie's arm wrapped around her lap. She reversed grip on his erection and began masturbating him like she usually did, gripping firmly with full-length strokes that stopped at the ridge of his cockhead before descending to the base of his shaft. Her hand was a practiced blur.

"Cum for me," she begged wantonly. "I know you're close, I can feel your cock get all thick and puffy. Let it out, baby. Shoot your cum for me."

Charlie's breaths grew rapid, "I'm gonna cum. Oh god, Miley! I'm gonna...!"

"I've got you," Miley assured him lovingly, aiming Charlie's orgasm towards her waiting, cupped palm. She felt his grip clench tightly to her hip right before his cock pulsed and heaved several times, spitting up its load of semen. She delighted in giving him pleasure, listening to Charlie's gasping breaths while his creamy fluid formed a circular puddle in the middle of her hand.

"Mmm," Miley licked her lips and swirled Charlie's mess with a finger.

Charlie sat up beside her with delirious eyes, curious what his aftermath looked like in her hand.

A sticky dollop clung to her finger as Miley lifted it to her mouth and sucked it off. Charlie didn't look too scared, so she gathered more of the semen onto her finger and raised it towards his lips. "Taste it," she encouraged, "taste your pleasure."

Charlie opened his mouth. It tasted strange as he licked the cum off Miley's fingertip, but not intolerable.

"That's it, baby." Miley gathered a larger wad onto a pair of joined fingers, "Eat your cum for mommy."

As soon as she said the word 'mommy' it struck a chord against Charlie's libido. Her pregnant, maternal aura was already highly arousing to him, but to hear her call herself 'mommy' made the turn-on more intense. He sucked the cum off her fingers, the erection between his legs refusing to subside.

Miley saw the arousal in Charlie's lidded eyes. Deciding to take their kink to the next level, she lifted her palm and took the remainder of his orgasm into her mouth with one licking slurp.

Then she kissed him.

As soon as Charlie opened his mouth against hers he felt Miley's tongue pushing his load into his mouth. Wrapping each other in entwining arms, they kissed more passionately than they ever had before. Their tongues danced between their lips, sharing saliva and cum back and forth. Though he had just experienced orgasm, Charlie's arousal at their kinky antics fueled his desire for more.

Miley willingly lay back when Charlie urged her with a gentle push, spreading her legs invitingly. Her milk-laden breasts spilled to the sides of her sternum, dwarfed by the round mound that was her pregnant stomach. Charlie knelt between her bent knees and grabbed her by the small of her back, lifting Miley's ass towards his erection.

Biting her lip at the intrusion, Miley's mouth suddenly hung open as she felt Charlie's ten inches suddenly fill her insides. Normally he was gentler, but Miley was well-lubricated from her own arousal and the insertion went smoothly. "Oh fuck," she moaned in a heated, throaty voice; every inch of his length felt divine as it slid into her sheathe.

Immediately finding a rhythm Charlie fucked her with a steady pace, her baby-mound like a magnet for his hands. He caressed her pregnancy, smoothing his hands all over Miley's stomach.

"Oh yeah," Miley loved the feel of his hands on her body. "Touch me... fuck me... oh god, Charlie...! Your cock feels so fucking good. I can feel it... I can feel it in my stomach. Oh god, that's it, fuck me just like that. Keep fucking me just like that."

"Play with your tits," Charlie breathed, loving the way her swollen breasts swayed on her chest as he fucked against her.

Miley was all-too willing, cupping her breasts and pushing them together while squeezing them. "Do you want me to milk them?" she teased. "Is that what you want, dirty boy? Do you want to watch me make my tits squirt out their milk?"

Charlie nodded urgently, "Fuck yeah. Oh god, Miley, you're so fucking sexy right now."

She was indeed a vision. Miley's pregnant form held a sheen of sex-generated sweat, causing her faded tan to glisten in the low bedroom light. A wavy tendril was matted to her forehead, the rest of her hair forming a mass of tangled curls that was attractive despite the mess. She was putting on a show for Charlie, groping and manipulating her breasts until white fluid began to squirt out from between her squeezing fingers. Charlie was entranced by the sight, but just when he thought it couldn't get any better Miley dipped her chin and lifted one of her swollen nipples.

She began drinking her own milk.

Charlie's head swam. He hoisted Miley onto his lap so that the bottoms of her thighs were against his torso and her knees were bent over his shoulders, his humping thrusts penetrating her deeply.

Miley's breast slipped from her mouth, leaving a dribbling residue of milk across her bottom lip and chin; the puffy nipple continued to eject its stream, however. The fluid rose like a tiny fountain, only to fall back to her skin and run down the curvature at the side of her breast. She let her body go limp and allowed Charlie to fuck into her at his pleasure.

"Fuck me," she moaned like a cat in heat, losing herself in the pleasure of Charlie's deep penetrations. "Give mommy a good fucking, baby. Fuck mommy good."

Her dirty-talk made Charlie lose it. "Oh shit!" he gasped, his cock accidently springing free of Miley's sex. Semen shot out of it in a near continuous stream, spraying as far as Miley's face and landing against her cheek.

"Oh fuck yeah...." Miley moaned at the liquid heat splattering against her face, her hand dipping between her legs to masturbate her orgasm to completion.

Charlie did the same, jerking himself off onto his wife. Roping shot after shot arced through the air, landing dead-center across her pregnant tummy and between her breasts, running until it puddled at the hollow of Miley's neck.

"Mmm," Miley mewed contentedly, her toes curling as they hung over the back of Charlie's shoulders. The skin on the bottom of her thighs was stuck to his chest from their mutual sweat. "That was fucking fabulous."

Charlie planted his weight onto his palms, hovering over Miley. His cock lay upon her stomach mound as it softened. "I used to wonder if our sex would ever get... you know... stale."

Miley giggled at his heavy breathing.

"But it just gets better and better."

Miley nodded, lifting a hand to his cheek, "Yeah. I love you, baby. Thanks for eating me out and giving me a good fucking. I loved it."

"You're welcome," Charlie wiped a forearm across his brow. He peeled her legs off his torso; when he turned to look for a towel, he saw someone in the partially open doorway.

Haley's eyes went wide when she realized Charlie had spotted her.

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Christian Hughes had only recently been promoted to HBO's Original Programing team and was eager to score a hit on his first attempt for the network. He had a hunch a serial based on Captain Darkness was it. The eager twenty-something executive cut a dashing figure in his power suit and spikey gelled haircut. But in Samantha's lone presence, he faced his first obstacle.

"I'm a little dismayed," Christian said. "I was assuming Mr. White and Mr. Schue would both be attending this meeting."

"Charlie and Brian went home to Tallahassee," Samantha replied, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and trying to appear confident. She was wearing her own suit, a black jacket and neat slacks with a white blouse. "They recently finished a near four-month promotional tour and needed to attend things at home, as well as continue work on the comic. But don't worry, I have full negotiation powers." The two sat on either side of a small conference table within HBO's New York headquarters. Sam wasn't happy that neither Charlie nor Brian had joined her, but she wasn't about to reveal that to Christian.

"Really?" Christian sounded doubtful of Samantha's ability to negotiate on behalf of Brian and Charlie.

Samantha straightened herself, "Not only am I their agent, I'm also credited as a co-plotter on the first twelve issues of their comic book. I also receive a percentage of all earnings from the comic, licensing, and merchandise. I assure you, Mr. Hughes, I am the only person you need to be dealing with."

Christian smiled, "Great, then let's talk. First of all, if we end up making a deal, I wanted to discuss the setting of the show. I'm not sure a pulp setting is the most ideal -"

"Full creative veto," Samantha interrupted him.

"I'm sorry?"

"I won't make any deals that don't allow Charlie and Brian creative control of their property. I have to insist that they have approval power over every script and creative decision."

Christian laughed, "You're kidding me, right? No offense, Sam, but your partners are just kids. They don't have a lick of experience when it comes to producing a weekly television series."

"Maybe not," Samantha conceded. "But they know their hero. They created Captain Darkness and I believe their input is essential to the success of any venture involving their property."

"There's no way I'll get network approval for that," Christian balked. "I'm prepared to offer a lucrative licensing deal to you, but veto power? You're dreaming, Sam."

"Am I?" Samantha held her ground, "Comic book movies are the hottest thing in Hollywood right now, a multi-billion dollar business, and Captain Darkness is the hottest thing in comics. Our book is outselling everything else on the stands because it's fresh while remaining true to the industry's pulp origins. If HBO isn't willing to offer full creative control, maybe I should be talking to Showtime."

Christian was surprised by the amount of spunk coming out of the mousy girl in front of him. He lifted his hands, "Okay, okay, let's say I can get the network to budge on creative control. What are you thinking is a fair licensing fee?"

"We want five million dollars," Samantha stated flatly. "Per season."

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"How in the HELL did I end up in a fucking jail cell?" Stacy fumed.

"You punched that mall cop," Brian said in a dry tone from the adjacent cell, a wall of bars separating the former couple. "And then I pushed the other one when he grabbed you."

Stacy growled and smoothed her hands down her jeans in an effort to calm herself, "That rent-a-badge had it coming; he was going to throw us out of the mall. I've been going to that mall since I was, like, four years old. He had no right!"

"Well, you did give him a bloody nose."

"Don't you dare blame this on me; this is all your fault."

Brian's expression went defensive, "My fault? How is this my fault?"

"Because you had to play tough guy," Stacy accused, "and beat-up poor Chip. He used to be your friend!"

"That was before he started banging my girlfriend."

"EX-girlfriend," Stacy reminded him. "I broke up with you a month ago, Brian. I'm allowed to move on."

Brian rose from the bench in his cell, "Yeah but that wasn't a real break-up. You freaked because I had been gone for two and a half months and you thought I was cheating on you with Sam, which I wasn't, and you and I both know we would have made up as soon as I got home."

Stacy folded her arms sternly beneath ample cleavage, "Well guess what? You're home, and we're not exactly kissing and making up. Jackass."

Brian rolled his eyes, placed his hands on the bars between them, and leaned his weight against their strength with a sigh.

"How could you just punch Chip like that? Didn't you get bullied enough in high school to learn not to do it to other people?"

"I'm sorry, okay? You're right. I was just so... you know, jealous. I'm never going to get over you, Stace. I love you, I always have. And every time we break up I think I'll be able to move on. But I can't. I could have gone back to Sam, she certainly was willing, but I didn't. She's not you."

Stacy's expression softened. She wanted to remain angry at Brian, but he was making it extremely difficult.

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"Haley?" Charlie squinted towards the bedroom doorway.

"Haley? Huh?" Miley looked up at Charlie confusedly. She looked in the direction he was staring and saw her in the doorway, "Haley!?"

Haley looked like a deer caught in a set of headlights, "Oh god, I'm so sorry you guys. Forgive me!"

Miley sat up, more surprised than embarrassed. As soon as she did so, Miley realized she was still wearing Charlie's pearl necklace -- it slid down the middle of her chest in the form of a single gooey wad. She swiftly lifted a sheet to cover herself, "Haley? How long were you -?"

But the blonde had already vanished in an embarrassed scamper.

Charlie was wearing a stunned expression, "I think... Miley, I think she was masturbating."

"Are you sure?" Miley, far more unflappable, didn't seem bothered in the slightest. She was quickly distracted while looking down at herself beneath the sheet, "Jeez, Charlie. You really slimed me good this time. I'm covered with your messy stuff. We're going to have to change the bedding again."

"Miley!" Charlie chastised, "Did you hear what I said? I think Haley was watching us and.... you know, touching herself."

"Can you blame her?" Miley asked. "We just had, like, the hottest sex ever."

Charlie was momentarily distracted with pride, "You really thought it was that good?"

"I'm covered in milk and cum," Miley replied dryly, crawling out of bed. "That's usually a good indicator."

Charlie shook his head clear of the compliment, "It doesn't matter how hot it was. What about our privacy?"

Afraid to touch anything for fear of getting it sticky, Miley padded across the carpeted bedroom floor to her and Charlie's bathroom. She glanced at the mess sliding down her torso in a large mirror over the sink counter, "I'm sure she wasn't spying on us. She probably was walking by and happened to see us doing it. I would have stopped and watched too."

"Walking by?" Charlie asked in disbelief. He followed her, still naked himself, towards the bathroom, "Miley, our room is at the end of a wing of mostly-empty rooms.

"Maybe she came to talk to one of us," Miley suggested, turning on the faucet and wetting a washcloth once the water was warm. "I really doubt she's been intentionally spying on us."

Charlie watched as she wiped her perfectly smooth skin of their sexual aftermath, "Well one of us should go talk to her. If we're going to live with her and your dad for a while longer, we don't want things to be uncomfortable."

"Okay," Miley agreed. She glanced at him when Charlie didn't say anything and noticed the expectant expression on his face. "By one of us, you mean me -- don't you?"

Charlie nodded hopefully.

Miley sighed, "Why is it that whenever an uncomfortable conversation needs to take place, I'm always the one elected?"

"Because you usually volunteer." Charlie chewed on the inside of his cheek, "Besides, don't you think it's a conversation best kept between women?"

Miley reached for a robe hanging behind the bathroom door, "Fine, I'll go talk to her." She added teasingly, "But only because you're such a big coward."

Charlie let out a relieved breath, "On your way back, can you stop in the kitchen and make me a sandwich?"

Miley swatted him on the shoulder and stuck her tongue out.

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When Haley returned to the bedroom she shared with her husband, on the opposite side of the mansion, Jack had just returned home from the airport and was taking off his suit jacket. "Hey gorgeous," he greeted when he saw Haley enter.

Haley paused inside the doorway, not expecting Jack to be back from his business trip so early. "Hey," she blinked, "You're home?"

"I had a meeting get cancelled and managed to catch an earlier flight." Jack loosened his tie and noticed Haley's flush, flustered expression, "Everything okay? You look...?"

"I'm so horny right now," Haley announced bluntly.

Jacks dark brows rose high on his forehead. When Haley started getting naked and approaching he grinned, "You really know how to welcome a guy home."

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Five minutes later, as she was thinking of asking her father to invest in a monorail to carry her from one end of his house to the other, Miley reached Haley and Jack's bedroom doorway. She stopped short and lifted a hand to cover her gasping mouth.

Miley turned away quickly from the sight of Jack's naked ass bouncing in the air between Haley's spread legs. "Oh my god," she murmured, wondering how long the image would remain burned into her mind. She leaned against the wall, out of sight, and took a moment to recover from the jarring vision of her father having sex.

"...fuck me..." Haley's moans drifted from the bedroom. "...fuck me with your massive cock..."

Miley's eyes widened. Was her father that hung? Or was Haley fantasizing that it was Charlie she was having sex with? Miley tried remembering if she had ever seen her father naked and, thankfully, couldn't remember any occasion other than five seconds prior.

But she needed to know.

Slyly peeking around the edge of the doorway Miley defied any apprehension she was feeling against witnessing her father engage in a sex act. As luck would have it she didn't have to wait long. Jack was crawling off Haley so they could swap places into a 'cowgirl' position. She spotted his erection and quickly retreated, shutting her eyes against the disturbing image of a naked parent.

=====

When Miley returned Charlie had donned a pair of boxer shorts and was seated at a desk writing on his laptop. "Back already?" he glanced, "That must have been a quick conversation."

Miley made a point to close the bedroom door securely. "No conversation took place," she murmured.

"Is something wrong?" Charlie asked, sensing bother in Miley's tone. "What happened?"

"We're moving," Miley declared.

"What? What happened?"

Miley leaned back against the door curling her arms around her robe-clad form, "Haley wants to have sex with you."

Charlie looked confused, "I thought you said you guys didn't talk?"

"I went to talk to her," Miley explained. "Bet then I found her and dad having sex."

"What?" Charlie laughed at the irony.

"It's not funny," Miley glared at him. "I heard Haley talking dirty. She was begging for dad to fuck her with his massive you-know-what."

Charlie rose from his chair, "Um, so? You say stuff like that all the time." Charlie was surprised Miley seemed so bothered, as she was usually very comfortable with all topics and situations involving sex. He guessed the sight of her father was disturbing. For a moment he allowed himself to imagine walking in on his parents and shuttered at the thought.

"I saw it," Miley stated in a flat tone. "He doesn't have a 'massive' anything. He's entirely average. Like maybe half your size."

Charlie stifled another laugh which still escaped in the form of an amused breath, "That doesn't prove anything. I'm sure lots of women tell their men the same thing in the throes of sex. You know, regardless of the size."

"Don't you see?" Miley gestured emphatically. "You said you saw Haley touching herself. She got horny looking at your big cock, so now she's on the other side of the house having sex with my dad but imagining it's you. Women do that all the time, Charlie."

Charlie approached her, "Really? Have you ever imagined I'm another guy when we've had sex?"

"Of course not."

"Then how do you know how common it is?"

Miley rolled her eyes, "Because I read Cosmo."

Charlie frowned, "How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Miley leaned against his chest and slipped her arms around his bare waist, "Because, silly, I'm too busy getting stuffed with your gigantic cock to think about other guys, when we have sex."




Charlie & Miley Ch. 03



Charlie hugged her, "You really want to move?"

"I don't want Haley to seduce you," Miley said against his chest.

"I think you're over-reacting," Charlie remarked. "Haley's your friend now, remember? Besides, even if she did try to seduce me it wouldn't work. My only fantasies involve you."

Miley squeezed him tightly, "Oh, Charlie. It was so gross when I saw my dad's thingy."

Charlie chuckled.

=====

Brian rose from his cell's bench when an officer arrived to unlock the barred door.

"You're free to go," the policeman said.

Stacy stood as well, hopeful she was next.

Brian pointed to Stacy in the cell next to his, "What about her?"

"She stays," the officer said.

"What?" Brian glanced between them, "Why do I get to go but she has to stay?"

"Unlike her, the mall isn't pressing charges against you," the officer replied disinterestedly.

Brian looked hesitant. Though he and Stacy hadn't been getting along, he didn't feel at all comfortable leaving her behind in a jail cell.

"It's okay, Brian." Stacy assured. "Get out of here. I'll have to call a lawyer, or my parents, or something."

"Don't worry," the officer told Brian. "She'll just be here overnight. In the morning I'm sure the judge will set a modest bail."

"Can I have a moment?" Brian asked him while stepping out of the cell. "I need to talk to her a minute."

The policeman nodded and stepped away, "Five minutes."

Moving to Stacy's holding cell and grabbing the bars, Brian told her, "I'll be back, okay? I'm going to get you out of here."

Stacy made a humorless laugh, "Why? Why do you care? I dumped you. I'm sleeping with your friend. You don't owe me anything."

"You might've given up on me, but I haven't quit on you."

Stacy offered an ambiguous look, on the fence between hating or loving him, "What are you going to do, bring back a cake with a file in it?"

"I'll bail you out in the morning, I guess."

Stacy exhaled and rubbed her eyes, "Did you do it?"

"Do what?" Brian wondered.

"Sleep with her," Stacy murmured tiredly. "While on your promotional tour," she clarified.

"You mean with Sam?"

"No," Stacy snorted sarcastically, "With J-Lo."

Brian couldn't help his smirk at the joke, "We kissed."

Stacy offered a dangerous look.

"It was a month after you broke up with me," Brian was quick to add. "And we were both drunk, and -"

Stacy lifted a pausing hand, not wanting to hear any more excuses, "So you still have feelings for her."

"Yeah, I guess." Brian shrugged, "But they're not as strong as the feelings I have for you."

Both of them were quiet for several long moments.

Brian broke the silence, "Why Chip?"

Stacy took in a deep breath and considered Brian's question as though she weren't sure herself. "He was around," she finally answered. "And I knew he'd be faithful, even if I treated him like shit."

"You treated him like shit?" Brian sounded doubtful.

"I've been treating everyone like shit," Stacy admitted in a guilty tone. "I haven't been myself lately."

Brian nodded and turned away, "I'll be back in the morning."

"Wait," Stacy urged. "Brian...."

He glanced back at her.

"Don't tell Miley," she pleaded gently. "Please. Knowing her she'd come down here and give anyone with a badge an earful of her mind until they locked her up in here with me."

Brian grinned, "Yeah, okay. I won't say anything to her or Charlie."

=====

Haley sat the kitchen table cradling a cup of steaming coffee. She was wearing a long robe and her usually-feathered hair was clasped back into a lazy ponytail. She kept glancing towards the kitchen entrance waiting for the inevitable arrival of either Charlie or Miley. She was positive Charlie spotted her the evening prior, when she had been watching their lovemaking. If he did, there was no doubt Charlie would tell Miley about it. Those two held few secrets from one another, she knew.

When the seconds turned to minutes, Haley felt like she was waiting for her own doom. She decided to get up and rinse some dishes, trying to keep her mind off the sticky conversation she knew was to come. After placing some glasses and bowls into a dishwasher, she turned to see her step-daughter standing in the kitchen doorway.

Miley was wearing a pair of loose cotton pajama bottoms with fluffy pink slippers consuming her feet. The clinging tank top she was wearing was clearly meant for her figure pre-pregnancy, as the bottom of her round tummy was hanging out exposed.

"Good morning," Haley offered with a forced smile, unable to glean anything from Miley's neutral expression.

"Are you in love with my husband?" Miley returned bluntly.

"Jesus," Haley sighed, leaning back against the sink counter. "Of course not."

"It sure seemed that way last night when you were fucking dad and moaning about his 'gigantic' cock."

Haley sputtered and her eyes went wide, "You were spying on us?"

"Don't even think about being pissed," Miley scowled. "You spied on me and Charlie first!"

"Yeah but I didn't mean to! I came to talk to you about...." Haley paused to search her thoughts. "I don't even remember, but it doesn't matter. Your bedroom door was open and I chanced upon you and Charlie going at it."

"So you decided to stay, watch, and masturbate?" Miley accused.

"I couldn't help it," Haley pushed off the counter and gestured her arms wide. "You guys looked so.... so.... hot. Jesus, Miley. I've never even seen porn as sexy as you two."

Miley was so struck with flattery her anger quickly disappeared, "Really?"

"I don't know how he fits that monstrous thing inside you, but the way he had you writhing around on the bed it looked like it felt pretty good. And then when he came all over your -"

Miley lifted a pausing hand, "Okay, okay. I was there, remember? I don't need the play-by-play of my own sex life."

"It turned me on," Haley admitted. "I couldn't stop watching, and my.... I got really wet thinking about getting... I mean, what it would be like to be...."

Miley watched as Haley struggled and finally finished her sentence, "You were thinking about what it'd be like to get fucked by Charlie's big cock."

Haley's cheeks colored before she eventually nodded in embarrassment, "Not that I want to actually... you know. I would never come between you and Charlie. But I got caught up in the moment, you know? I'm so sorry."

Miley curled her arm around her stomach mound. "I need to sit down," she said, moving towards a small breakfast table.

"Do you want me to make you some tea?" Haley offered.

Miley nodded as she eased back into a chair.

Haley turned, reached for a pot, and set about filling it up with water.

"I'm sorry too," Miley said, once she was situated. "I shouldn't have spied on you. If it matters, I was totally grossed out by seeing my daddy's man-parts."

Haley smiled as she turned on the stove top and set the tea pot down, "Oh, come on. Your dad is pretty sexy."

"Maybe for you," Miley conceded. "But I think it might have scarred me for life."

Haley rolled her eyes a little, "Whatever."

Miley bit her lower lip, "So, um, did you...?"

Haley glanced at her questioningly.

"Did you get off while you were watching us?"

Haley lifted a brow.

Miley shook her head, "Never mind. It was really hot sex though, right?"

"Completely hot," Haley agreed.

"I couldn't do it at first," Miley suddenly stated. "You know, take it all. The first time I thought Charlie was going to split me in half. But after a while it got easier and I could take his whole cock, but he goes so deep it pokes against my tummy and you can see the way it pushes against my belly button."

At first Haley was surprised by Miley's sudden candor, but she grew fascinated as she continued to listen, "Seriously? You can see it on your...?"

Miley nodded, "Yeah - I mean, before I was pregnant of course. It's like something inside me is poking at my stomach, trying to get out. It's crazy. And I can feel it, you know? He gets so deep that it's like he's in my womb, or something."

Haley's mouth parted. She blinked and licked her lips, "Does it... does it feel good?"

"It feels awesome. Sometimes he hits this spot inside me, it's like a button that sends electricity through my whole body. I totally lose it."

Haley was so lost in the idea of such pleasure that she forgot the tea pot. When it suddenly whistled she was completely startled.

"What's the biggest you've ever had?" Miley wondered as Haley turned to tend to the tea.

"I don't really take the time to measure the guys I'm with," Haley smiled. "I don't know, maybe seven inches?" She poured the steaming water into a cup and added a tea bag. "Um, how long is Charlie?"

"Ten inches," Miley immediately answered. "I made him hold it up against a ruler once."

Haley giggled as she joined Miley at the breakfast table, sliding the tea across. "I think you told me he was hung, way back when we first met, but I had no idea. Does he always cum so much?"

"Oh, yeah." Miley nodded and turned her tea cup so the handle was facing a convenient direction. "He's always been a big cummer. Even if he just had an orgasm, he still shoots like a gallon of his stuff every time. And he loves to get it all over me, I swear. If we're fucking, he'll always find a way to slip free right when he's about to cum so he can shoot it all over my face or tits."

"God," Haley breathed. "That's so sexy."

"I know, right?" Miley blew on her tea, the steam evaporating between the two gossiping girls. "Honestly, I love it. I love watching him cum -- the way it shoots out. I've never minded the mess he makes."

Haley mused, "You know, if his career as a writer ever goes south Charlie'd make a great porn star."

Miley covered her laugh with a palm, "Not Charlie. He's too twitchy and shy."

"I'm so jealous," Haley sighed. "Don't get me wrong, or anything. I love your father, and he totally satisfies me in bed, but hearing you talk about Charlie... I can't help but wonder -"

Both girls turned and immediately fell silent when Charlie entered the kitchen in a pair of baggy boxer shorts and a Howard the Duck tee shirt.

"Uh..." Charlie glanced between them, unnerved by their silent stairs. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Miley answered simply, lifting her tea for a sip.

"Jack left for the office about a half hour ago," Haley said. "Miley and I were just sitting here and chatting. You know -- girl stuff. There's coffee in the pot?"

Charlie gave them a strange look before moving towards the allure of some morning caffeine. "Did you two talk about last night?"

"Yep," Miley answered. "It's all cool. Haley just accidently saw us."

"I'm sorry I lingered," Haley offered.

"No problem," Charlie said, ready to put the incident behind him as he reached for a coffee mug in one of the upper cupboards.

"She wants to see it again though," Miley blurted.

"Huh?" Charlie turned.

"Huh?" Haley looked at her. "No, no I don't."

Charlie figured out what Miley meant and blushed.

"She's teasing," Haley hastily added.

"No I'm not," Miley grinned mischievously. "Will you show it to her, Charlie? Just a peek."

Haley blushed furiously.

"Are you kidding?" Charlie asked, standing in shock holding his empty coffee mug. "You're joking right?"

Miley shook her head, her lazy curls swaying around her head, "Come on, baby. Just pull it out for a second, like you did in the boy's bathroom when we first met. Haley just wants to see it."

Haley didn't say a word. The truth was, she actually was curious to see Charlie's penis once more. Just a glimpse.

"Miley," Charlie complained. "I don't think it's very appropriate, do you?"

"Don't be such a prude, baby. It's just Haley. It's not like she hasn't seen it already, right? Come on, be a sport and just give is a quick peek at your big dick. Nothing'll happen, I promise."

Charlie wasn't sure what game Miley was playing at, but he had yet to develop any kind of skill at turning down her requests -- no matter how outlandish they may sound to him. He set his coffee mug on the counter, "This better not end up like prom."

Haley glanced at Miley, "What happened at prom?"

"Nothing," Miley dismissed. She lifted her chin towards Charlie with a playful grin, "Come on, baby. Show us your goods."

Charlie didn't look at all certain about what he was doing, but a hand pushed down on the hem of his boxers nonetheless.

"Oh my god," Haley lifted a hand to her mouth when she saw Charlie's limp, hanging penis. It was easily equal to the size of her husband's full-grown erection.

Pride swelled inside of Miley. To her thinking, Charlie's cock was hers. It belonged to her. Displaying it to Haley gave Miley a thrill, enough so that she wanted Haley to see it in its erect state. She reached forward....

"Miley!" Charlie's eyes widened when his wife wrapper her hand around his length.

"It's okay," Miley urged. "Let's just make it hard, okay? Haley wants to see it hard."

Haley said nothing, silently hoping Charlie would agree to let her watch him attain an erection.

"This is so wrong," Charlie whispered as Miley began to fondle him with slow strokes. But Miley's hand was familiar and skilled. It felt good.

Haley's eyes were glued to the transformation as Charlie's erection slowly began to form, his girth swelling.

Miley bit her lip and focused on the task, teasing Charlie's head with her thumb. It was only a matter of moments before Charlie was half-hard and his growing cock pointed straight forward.

"What does it feel like?" Haley murmured, her curiosity overruling the taboo situation.

"It's like steel when it's hard," Miley described. "I always tell Charlie his cock is like a rod of metal in my hand."

The way they were talking about him made Charlie feel objectified; both girls were staring at his cock as though it were a museum artifact. He was about to put an end to their game when Miley looked up at him with innocent eyes and put him at ease with but a few simple words.

"I love you so much, baby. You're the most amazing husband a girl could ever ask for. Thank you for showing us your beautiful cock. Not too many guys would be courageous enough to do this."

Charlie breathed out a nervous laugh.

"Not too many guys are as big as you," Haley commented, sliding her chair closer to the action and leaning forward. "Jesus, Charlie. What did you eat as a kid to end up with such a monster?"

Miley giggled, still slowly rubbing Charlie's cock with slow strokes. He had become fully erect, his hard-on pointing straight up with his cockhead proudly inflated.

"This is our secret," Charlie urged. "Right? Jack doesn't need to know about this."

"Of course," Miley nodded.

"Absolutely," Haley agreed.

After one of Miley's slow up-strokes, a bead of sticky-clear pre-cum appeared at the tip of Charlie's cock. Miley used the pad of her thumb to smear it around his puffy head, slickening the skin.

"Oh wow," Haley stared.

"Are you turned on?" Miley glanced up at Charlie.

He nodded guiltily, "I guess, a little. You know how much I like it when...."

"Charlie likes it when I jerk him off," Miley finished for him. "You like my hand, don't you baby?"

"Yeah," Charlie admitted with a heated breath.

Haley was transfixed, "Please don't take this the wrong way Charlie, because I know this is a little weird, but I would fucking love to see you cum. Do you think that would be okay?"

Charlie looked to Miley. She was smiling back at him. "Um... I guess," he answered tentatively.

Miley's strokes instinctively sped up, "Turn him on, Haley."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Show him your tits," Miley suggested easily, "Or your ass."

Haley considered the surprising suggestion, "Um, okay. I suppose that's only fair." She looked to Charlie with a playful smile, "Well, Charlie?"

Charlie's eyes closed. The situation was getting out of hand, he felt. It was one thing to play around a little, but things were quickly turning into a kinky session of show-and-tell. Still, Haley was an extremely attractive woman. Charlie would be lying if he said the thought of seeing her naked didn't at least pique his interest.

"Um...." Charlie delayed.

"It's okay," Miley encouraged him. "Do you want to see her butt, Charlie? I know how much you love a woman's ass."

Haley didn't wait for an answer. She stood up, hiked the lower hem of her robe up, and turned around. When Charlie opened his eyes he saw that Haley wasn't wearing any underwear. Her bottom was beautiful, heart-shaped and curved, with pronounced tan-lines.

Miley felt Charlie's cock leap in her hand. She increased the pace of her masturbations, "Do you like that, baby? Do you like her hot ass? I bet you want to cum all over it, don't you? Do you want me to jerk you off onto Haley's sexy butt?"

"Oh fuck," Haley cursed with arousal, sticking her backside out towards Charlie's groin. She continued to watch Miley stroke him off from over her shoulder, "Do it. That would be so hot. Jerk him off onto my butt."

"Oh god," Charlie moaned. Things were definitely out of control, he thought. He watched as one of Haley's hands went between her legs, beneath the bunched-up hem of her robe.

Miley included her other hand in the action, jerking Charlie off with both. "If you cum on her ass I'll lick some of it off," she offered in a sexy, innocent tone. "Would you like to see that, Charlie? Do you want to watch me tasting your goo off another woman's ass?"

Charlie had no idea if Miley was serious or not. It didn't matter; the dirty talk was turning him on immensely. "That would be so sexy," he groaned.

"You two are incredible," Haley moaned, holding her butt out as she masturbated herself beneath the cover of her robe. "This is seriously like a hot fucking porno."

"I know," Miley whimpered, equally as aroused as the other two. "We have the hottest sex-life."

Charlie, growing increasingly turned on, was leaking a steady amount of pre-cum which lubricated Miley's stroking hands and created a slick sound with each stroke. He kept trying to look away from Haley's butt, as though he shouldn't be staring at it, but his eyes kept returning to the beautiful shape of her body. Between her thighs, just beneath the curve of her ass, he could see her finger dancing between the folds of her vaginal slit.

"Cum on me," Haley begged wantonly. "Cum all over me, Charlie."

Charlie grunted. "I'm close," he warned Miley.

She immediately aimed him towards Haley's waiting backside and stroked him with increased fervor.

Haley cried out as she came, her knees bending weakly as an orgasm sent pleasurable waves through her legs and stomach. She turned her head, her expression heated with pleasure, to watch as Charlie exploded.

With a gasp from Charlie, white fluid flew from his cock. A thick stream of his semen landed on Haley's round ass-cheek, quickly followed by two more splattering ropes. Miley's expert aim guided the spunk in different areas, making sure Haley became suitably coated. Haley was gasping in orgasmic bliss as she felt the heat decorate her skin, turning to watch every moment of the obscenity through glazed eyes.

"Oh my god," Miley rasped. "Oh god, that's so fucking hot."

When it was all over, white slime covered Haley's perfect ass, each ejection slowly sliding down her skin and dripping onto the back of her thighs. Both she and Charlie were recovering from their orgasms when Miley blew both of their minds.

She leaned forward, her tongue leading the way, and licked some of the semen off Haley's butt. Her tongue popped out after and savored the flavor off her lips. Turning, Miley then drew the head of Charlie's cock into her mouth and sucked the last few drops of his cum from the tip of his dick.

"Holy fuck," Haley watched. "This is so dirty... Jesus."




Charlie & Miley Ch. 04



Numerous warnings to stop what he was doing screamed in Charlie's mind as he followed Haley and Miley through the long hallway of his father's house. The reasons why they shouldn't engage in a threesome piled up faster than his brain could process. To begin with, he didn't want to engage in intercourse with a woman other than his wife; Haley was his mother-in-law. Also, they all lived together - nothing good could come from a threesome, Charlie knew. It all seemed too much like a television soap opera drama which could only end in disaster, especially if Jack ever found out. One simple act of carnal pleasure could destroy the only family Miley had left. 

Charlie wondered if the same warning alarms were ringing in Miley or Haley's head, but they seemed oblivious to the potential dangers as they walked hand-in-hand towards his and Miley's bedroom. Charlie understood Miley's oft-casual attitude towards all things sexual; she rarely concerned herself with any consequences, social or otherwise, of engaging in whatever kinky passions crossed her fancy. But a threesome with her step-mother was beyond the boundaries of acceptable, even for Miley, despite the fact Charlie sensed Miley wanted to have a threesome with Haley way back when they all first met. 

From the moment they first became a couple Charlie had always succumbed to Miley's often wild sexual suggestions, unable to refuse her anything. He trusted her and that trust had led Charlie into numerous sexy situations which had provided a lifetime's worth of excitement and pleasure. But he always wondered if she would one day lead him down a sexual road he couldn't follow. Charlie finally had his answer. 

"We can't do this," Charlie stopped just as the girls reached the bedroom door. "I mean - I can't do this." 

Both Miley and Haley turned to his words with questioning glances towards his announcement. 

"I already feel guilty enough about what we just did in the kitchen," Charlie told them, referring to the hand-job Miley had given him while Haley watched. 

Haley tilted her head, "We're just having fun, Charlie." 

"It would be like that time with Stacy," Miley added. "After prom, you remember? That was harmless, right?" 

Charlie shook his head, "No, no that was different. Stacy wasn't married to your father; she was single. Also, you weren't pregnant and we weren't married." 

Haley glanced down at the floor with a guilty expression. 

Miley bit her lip. 

Charlie looked to his wife, "Miley, I don't want to be with any other women. For my whole life you're the only girl I've ever wanted and that's never going to change. And even if that wasn't the case, we'd be betraying Jack - all three of us. I respect Jack too much to do that. I'm sorry, you guys. I just... I can't." 

"God that's so sweet," Miley gushed, "But baby, I would never let you... you know, fuck her." 

Haley glanced at Miley, "What?" 

Charlie's eyebrows rose up his forehead. 

"You can't have sex with my husband," Miley said in a tone which suggested that fact should have been obvious. 

Haley exhaled sharply, "Isn't that the point of a threesome?" 

Miley spread her hands in a wild gesture, "No! I figured we'd just fool around, you know? Maybe masturbate each other or something. You can't fuck him, Haley. Charlie promised me a long time ago that I would be the only woman he'd ever be inside." 

Charlie grinned privately, happy to hear Miley remembered their high school vow of exclusivity. Outwardly he remained expressionless, "Um, I don't think we should do anything. We're making a mistake. Imagine how Jack would feel." 

Both Haley and Miley looked to Charlie, guilt creeping onto Miley's expression. 

Miley finally spoke. "You're right, Charlie. What was I thinking? This is all my fault. God, my hormones must be seriously out of control." 

Charlie sympathized with his pregnant wife. He wasn't angry at Miley, or Haley. He simply didn't want them to make a mistake they'd later regret 

"Would you two stop?" Haley sounded frustrated, "Jack doesn't care what I do, or who. Not anymore." 

Charlie looked confused, "Huh? Why would he not care?" 

Miley looked curious as well. 

Haley let out a long, slow breath. She spoke in a reluctant tone, "Jack and I aren't exactly... active." 

Charlie squinted. 

Miley tilted her head. 

"Sexually," Haley added for clarification. 

"What are you talking about?" Miley pressed. "I saw you two just last night." 

"That was the first time we've been together in months," Haley explained. "Since you moved in with us, actually. Which is why I was, you know, touching myself when you caught me watching last night. I've been unbelievably horny for weeks. So horny that I needed someone - anyone. Jack happened to be there." 

"Wait a minute," Charlie interjected, "Why aren't you and Jack -? Did something happen between the two of you?" 

Haley turned away, embarrassed. 

Miley reached for her hand, "Haley, what happened? You can tell us." 

Haley pressed her lips together and closed her eyes, struggling. 

"Haley?" Charlie urged gently. 

Haley took a deep breath, "We were planning on getting a divorce, but when Charlie had to leave and Miley moved in we decided it wasn't a good time." 

"A divorce?" Charlie sounded surprised. "But you guys seem so happy?" 

"We've been putting on a good front," Haley answered. 

"I don't understand," Miley said. "Why would you two divorce?" 

"I caught your father cheating on me," Haley finally admitted. 

"No way," Miley's jaw hung open. "With who?!" 

Haley winced, reluctant to say. She knew Miley wouldn't live without an answer, however. "Victoria," she finally answered, "Your mother." 

"WHAT!?" Miley shrieked. 

===== 

Brian leaned against a wall in the lobby of Tallahassee's county courthouse wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, a Deadpool tee-shirt, and sneakers. He felt sorely underdressed amidst the bustling professionals in their suits. He had spent the entire morning there, waiting for Stacy's appearance before a judge. It had taken longer than he expected but bail had finally been set and Brian gladly paid it; he was waiting for Stacy to be released. 

His cell phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the monotony of people-watching. Brian saw it was Samantha and answered, "Hey, Sam." 

"Hey," Samantha greeted. "What are you doing right now? Are you sitting?" 

"No," Brian answered. "I'm, uh, standing in a courthouse, actually." 

"A courthouse?" She sounded worried, "You didn't get arrested, did you?" 

"No," Brian chuckled. "Stacy did. I'm just here to bail her out." 

"Stacy got arrested?" 

"Yeah, she punched a mall-cop." 

"Why?" 

Brian sighed, "Long story." 

There was a pause on Samantha's end before she spoke, "So, are you guys back together now?" 

"Not exactly, but short of calling her parents I don't think Stace has many people willing to help her out right now. I felt kind of obligated; especially since it was because of me she got arrested." 

"Whatever," Sam replied. "I don't even want to know the details. I'm actually calling with some really good news." 

"About the show?" Brian grew excited. 

"Yeah. I've been texting with this executive at HBO all night and through this morning, trying to come to an agreement. We finally settled." Samantha paused for dramatic effect, "They've agreed to give you and Charlie full creative control over the scripts. You'll have veto-power on any story aspects, but you won't have any say in anything else. HBO's executive producers will decide on directors, the cast, and everything else. It would be thirteen episodes and they want to start shooting by next year." 

"That's fine," Brian was grinning, "Charlie and I don't know shit about any of that, anyway. How much money are we talking about?" 

Brian only heard silence. "Sam?" he said, wondering if they had been disconnected. 

"Two and a half million dollars for the first season," Samantha stated flatly. "Four million for every season after if they decide to continue past the first. You'd also receive ten percent of all merchandising and DVD sales." 

"Holy shit," Brian was suddenly having trouble breathing. 

Samantha continued, "I haven't been able to reach Charlie. You should find him. The two of you need to talk it over and let me know by the end of the day if you want me to move forward with the contracts. I'll need to hire an attorney as soon as possible, if that's the case." 

Brian nodded absently, as though in shock. "A-All right, I'll find him. I-I'm pretty sure he'll have no problems with that deal." 

"Congratulations," Samantha spoke in a purely professional tone, "Captain Darkness has officially turned you and Charlie into millionaires." 

===== 

Jack loosened his tie as he sat at a wide mahogany desk to eat his lunch of Chinese take-out. One of the things he missed most about working from home was eating lunch on his own table, rather than out of a Styrofoam tray at a desk. Reaching into the take-out bag for a set of chopsticks and a package of soy sauce, Jack was startled when his office door burst open. 

Miley looked furious as she stalked through the door. 

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Andrews," Jack's secretary pleaded, trailing Miley into the office. She was a hefty, middle-aged woman with dyed hair. "I asked her to wait, but -" 

"I'm his daughter!" Miley fumed. "I'm not sitting outside and waiting for my own father!" 

Jack lifted a hand, "It's okay, Susan. Hold all my calls, would you?" 

Miley crossed her arms over her pregnant stomach and glared at the secretary as she left. 

Jack regarded his daughter. She looked hastily dressed in a pair of pink cotton sweatpants, one of Charlie's tee-shirts, and a light jacket. Her wavy curls were pulled back into a wispy ponytail. "Hi, honey," he greeted. It was obvious Miley was angry, but Jack didn't have the first clue as to why. He offered, "Would you like some beef lo mein?" 

"You're sleeping with MOM?!?" Miley accused as soon as they were alone. Tears began pouring down her cheeks, "How could you?" 

"Oh boy," Jack exhaled, rising to approach his daughter. 

Miley halted his advance with a firm palm, "Don't you dare come anywhere near me." 

Jack stopped and stood at the side of his desk, "Haley told you?" 

Miley nodded, wiping at one of her cheeks in a futile attempt to conceal the tears. 

"And you came all the way downtown just to yell at me?" 

"Charlie wouldn't drive me and took my car keys," Miley sniffed, "He said I was too hot-headed and upset. So I took a cab." 

Jack chuckled, "That's my girl. When you get a mind to do something, neither hell nor high water is going to stop you." 

"Stop being charming," Miley warned, "It's not going to work this time." 

"You're just like your mother, is my point. You both have a stubborn streak that I've always found to be admirable." Jack approached his daughter once more. 

Miley let him hug her though she didn't reciprocate. "Is it true?" she bit her lip against his chest, "Are you sleeping with mom?" 

Jack took a deep breath and nodded. 

"Oh my god," Miley stepped back to lift a hand to her forehead, "I need to sit down." 

Swiftly moving to his daughter's side and taking her arm, Jack led her to a leather sofa. 

"What about Haley?" Miley asked, reaching back to support her pregnant form as she sat. "You guys seemed like you were so in love?" 

"I never meant to hurt Haley," Jack answered, sitting as well. "It just happened." 

"What about Brad?" Miley wondered about her step-father, confused by the whole situation. 

"Your mom left Brad," Jack informed her. 

"Seriously?" Miley realized she had no idea what her mother had been up to after their falling out many months prior. 

Jack clasped his hands together between his legs, "Your mom came here, to the office, about four months ago. She wanted to know how you were; if you were happy; that sort of thing. One thing led to another and we ended up on my desk and -" 

"Ew," Miley gestured with a palm, letting her father know he had said more than enough. "So that's it? 'One thing led to another'? That's your excuse for cheating on Haley? She's your wife, now. How could you do that to her?" 

Jack exhaled heavily and pushed a hand through his neatly-cut black hair, "Yeah. It's not a good excuse, granted, but I'm not going to pretend anything more profound happened. Miley, I never stopped loving your mother. There's still a lot of old feelings, old attractions, between us." 

Miley showed him a doubting frown, "She's a deplorable human being; she tried to ruin my life on several occasions. Plus, she has never been anything but cruel to Charlie." 

"There are a lot of reasons I still care for your mother, not the least of which is that she gave me you." 

"You're sweet, but sweet isn't good enough, daddy. Not this time. How could you risk your marriage? How did Haley even find out?" 

"Haley decided to bring me lunch that day," Jack answered sheepishly, "She caught your mom and me on the desk." 

"Oh my god," Miley shook her head, chastising. "Did you apologize? To Haley? I mean, sometimes marriages can survive stuff like this. Right?" 

"I tried. She agreed to forego a divorce and remain at the house, more for your sake than mine I think, but she's pretty distant most of the time whenever we're alone. Eventually we agreed, quite civilly, to see other people. Discreetly, of course." 

"Wait," Miley closed her eyes at a suspected realization, "You're not still sleeping with mom, are you?" 

"Well..." Jack let his sentence hang without an answer. 

"Ew!" Miley shivered in horror. "Oh my god, daddy. You're so unbelievable!" 

Jack commented dryly, "I think you're being a little over-dramatic. Your mom isn't that bad." 

Miley leveled a dangerous look at her father, "You're participating in a sham of a marriage and sleeping with your ex-wife, my mother, who happens to be a complete monster, and I'm being dramatic? This is the woman who repeatedly put Charlie down and told him he wasn't good enough for me. She tried to buy him away from me, do you remember that? Not to mention the fact she almost ruined my wedding day." 

"She's not without her faults," Jack admitted. 

"You have to fix this," Miley demanded imploringly. "Things are crazy. Haley almost joined Charlie and me in a threesome this morning!" 

"What?" Jack sounded alarmed, taken completely by surprise. "Why... I mean, how...?" 

"Because she's been lonely and turned into this horny voyeur, or something. Plus, I'm crazy-hormonal with this baby and wasn't thinking clearly..." Miley indicated her round stomach contained within Charlie's tee shirt. "Thank god Charlie had enough sense to stop us." 

"Jesus," Jack wiped his forehead with a palm. "I guess I shouldn't be shocked. You, Charlie, and Haley have history after all." 

"Don't worry," she assured him, "Nothing really happened. I made Charlie show her his thingy and she watched us..." Miley shook her head, "Never mind. It doesn't matter. But you have to figure this out, daddy. Do you want Haley? If so, you better smarten up because you're inches from losing her forever. But if you don't want her, if you want mom... you have to understand that I'm not going to have anything to do with her. Not ever." 

Jack gave his daughter a concerned expression, "How can you say that, honey? I know you two have had your differences, but she's your mother. She's your family." 

Miley shook her head, "Not anymore. She made me choose, daddy. Between her and Charlie. If I'm put to a choice, I'll always choose Charlie. Always." 

===== 

"C'mon, pick-up, pick-up, pick-up," Brian was speaking into his cell phone, listening to it ring. Eventually he reached Charlie's voicemail - for the fourth time. "Charlie, it's me. I'm back in town. I need to talk to you right away, dude. Call me when you get this." 

Stacy watched Brian hang up his phone from the passenger seat of his car, "What's going on?" 

Brian dropped the phone into the front-seat package tray, "HBO wants to buy the film rights to Captain Darkness for an hour-long series." 

"You're kidding," Stacy gave him a look of disbelief. 

Brian shook his head, "No, I just got off the phone with Sam a half hour ago. She's been in New York for two days setting it up." 

Stacy's expression soured when Brian mentioned Samantha, "So you guys are selling your comic?" 

"No," Brian laughed, "It's like... permission. HBO pays us to make a show based on our property. We still control the comic and any other licensing rights." 

"How much money are we talking about?" Stacy wondered. 

"Two and a half million for the first season," Brian grinned. "Four million for any season after that." 

"No way!" Stacy gasped. "Are you fucking kidding me?" 

Brian shook his head and glanced at her, "No." 

"Two and a half million," Stacy stared at him in disbelief. "Just for permission to use your crappy comic characters for a show?" 

An annoyed look decorated Brian's face as he drove, "Crappy? Have you even read Captain Darkness? It's the best-selling comic book on shelves right now!" 

"Best-selling?" Stacy sounded confused, "Of which ones?" 

"All of them!" Brian exclaimed. "What in the hell do you think Charlie and I have been doing for the last year?" 

"Don't yell at me!" Stacy hit his leg with the back of her hand, "I don't understand all this comic mumbo jumbo." She frowned, pouting, and glanced out the side window of the car. Suddenly, Stacy realized the freeway Brian had exited onto was not one that led home, "Where are we going?" 

"I'm taking you to rehab," Brian declared. 

"WHAT!?!" Stacy shrieked. 

===== 

After flipping through several hundred satellite-cable channels, Charlie realized he wasn't even paying attention to the television screen. He was worried about Miley and decided he'd better call Jack's office to make sure she had arrived and was okay. Looking around for his cell phone, Charlie realized he must have left it upstairs. He was about to retrieve it when he heard a car and instead dashed to a window to see a taxi driving around the massive circular driveway. It pulled to a stop in front of the house. 

"Miley!" Charlie exclaimed worriedly as he exited the house to see his wife awkwardly maneuver her pregnant body out of the taxi's back seat. He rushed to help her. 

Miley smiled at his worry and let him take her arm, "Hey, baby." 

"Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine," Miley assured him. 

"I should have gone with," Charlie said as he paid the cab driver. "I've been worried sick about you." 

"Charlie," Miley gave him a look that let him know he was being over-protective, "I'm pregnant, not helpless." 

"I know," Charlie nodded as he walked her towards the house, "But my mind automatically goes to the worst-case scenario, you know? Like, what if you were stuck in traffic inside a taxi cab and suddenly went into labor?" 

Miley giggled, "You realize I'm not due for like, another seven weeks, right?" 

Charlie opened the door for her, "After our little trip to the hospital the other week you can't blame me for getting a little freaked out now and then." 

Before entering the house, Miley lifted a kiss to his cheek, "I love you, Charlie. You're the perfect man for me, you know that?" 

"It's a good thing we got married, then." 

"I mean it. I love that you're over-protective, and I love that you stopped things this morning from getting all weird with Haley, and -" 

"She left," Charlie interrupted. "Right after you did." 

"What?" Miley blinked. "Where did she go?" 

"I don't know," Charlie shrugged, "But she packed a big suitcase full of clothes and said she couldn't take the lies anymore. I assumed she was going to a friend's house, or a hotel, or something. She wouldn't say when I asked her." 




Charlie & Miley Ch. 04



"Do you think we should go after her?" Miley sounded concerned. 

"I think she just needs some space." 

Miley sighed and waddled into the house, taking off her light jacket to hang on a coat tree, "Dad confessed that he is, in fact, sleeping with my mother." She shuddered as though the cold hand of death had suddenly grasped her, "So I guess I can't blame Haley for wanting some distance. God, I can't believe Victoria and my father have been..." 

Miley shuddered again, unable to finish her sentence. 

"What are we going to do?" Charlie wondered, closing the door. 

"I don't think there's much we can do, baby." Miley moved to slip her arms around Charlie in a comforting hug, "If my parents want to get back together that's their choice. I let dad know my stance on Victoria and that's all I can do." 

Charlie hugged her close, "Do you really think they'll get back together?" 

Miley shrugged against him, "They loved each other once upon a time, so I guess it's possible." 

Charlie quietly contemplated that as he rubbed his hands along Miley's back. 

"But if they do get back together," Miley murmured dryly, "We're finding a different place to live." 

===== 

"I don't have a problem," Stacy exclaimed, "I m-mean, I could stop whenever I wanted!" 

Brian gave her a disbelieving look as he drove towards an alcohol rehab center local to Tallahassee. 

"You can't do this," Stacy continued, her voice filled with fear, "You're not my father, or my husband. If I don't want to go you can't make me!" 

"You're right," Brain agreed calmly, "I can't make you. But if you don't do this you're going to lose me. And probably Miley too, if you haven't already." 

A swell of guilt welled up in Stacy's throat when Brian mentioned Miley. Stacy hadn't spoken to her best friend in months, after she had accused Miley of sheltering Brian and keeping him away from her so he could tour the country with Sam - his former girlfriend. 

"You broke up with me for no reason, you got into a huge fight with Miley and cut her out of your life... hell, you won't even talk to Charlie. Is that what you want, Stacy? Do you want to keep drinking and partying and ignoring all the people who love you and care about you? Because if you do I'll turn around and take you back to school. But if I do that you're going to lose us, maybe forever." 

Tears rushed out of Stacy's eyes and she turned towards the passenger window so Brian wouldn't see her cry. 

"I'll pay for it," Brian spoke softly, "Please, Stace. You need some help. Let me help you." He reached to place a hand on her shoulder. 

Stacy sniffled and nodded." Okay," she replied meekly, "Okay, I'll go. But you have to do some things, you know? Someone will need to tell Chip, and m-my parents. Plus there's my apartment, and school is starting next week and -" 

"I'll handle it," Brian assured her, "I'll talk to Chip, your parents, and I'm sure the university will allow you to take a semester off." 

Stacy glanced at him, her face flush and upset. "Why did you come back?" she asked, "Things are going so well for you and Charlie, why would you come back?" 

"Because," he looked back at her, "I still love you." 

Stacy swallowed more tears, "Don't say that. Don't say it unless you really mean it. We've been down this road too many times, Brian." 

"Of course I mean it. I punched out Chip over you, didn't I?" 

Stacy breathed out a laugh despite herself, "God help me... I still love you too." 

===== 

"Charlie?" Miley called out loudly from their bedroom, "I found your phone!" 

Charlie appeared from the hallway, "Where was it?" 

"Sitting on the dresser," she held it up for him to see, "You better call Brian, it looks like he's texted you about a zillion times." 

"Thanks," he said, entering the room and grabbing his phone. He studied it for a few moments, swiping through the messages, before dialing Brian. 

"Tell him I said hi," Miley mentioned as she moved towards the attached bathroom, "And that I miss him." 

Once inside the bathroom Miley reached to start a bath, sitting on the edge of the tub and holding a hand beneath the running water until its temperature was just right. Once satisfied she plugged the drain and rose to take off her clothes. She could hear Charlie talking through the open bathroom door but wasn't paying attention to his conversation with Brian until Charlie let out a loud yell. 

"You're fucking kidding me!" Charlie said as a naked Miley hurried out of the bathroom to see what was wrong. 

"Baby, what is it?" Miley looked worriedly curious. 

Charlie lifted a staying hand towards Miley as he continued talking to Brian, "Of course I agree to those terms! Holy shit, remind me to kiss Sam the next time I see her!" 

Miley's expression wrinkled with confusion. She hated only hearing one side of a conversation. 

"Yeah," Charlie nodded at his phone, "Yeah, okay. I'll ask Jack if he knows any attorneys who specialize in that sort of thing. Cool, let's hook up tomorrow. Okay, man. See you then." 

"What's going on," Miley asked as Charlie hung up the phone. "Why do you and Brian need an attorney? And how are you going to see him tomorrow? Is he back in town?" 

"You're never going to believe this," Charlie grinned, "But Sam got us a deal from HBO. They're going to pay us two and a half million for the rights to Captain Darkness, and that's just for the first season!" 

Miley's eyes grew into two full saucers, "No way!" 

"Plus we get royalties from merchandising and DVD sales," Charlie continued, "And if they pick it up past the first season it goes up to four million per!" 

Miley squealed with delight, "Oh my god! Charlie, that's incredible! I always knew your comic was awesome and would make us totally rich!" She rushed towards him. 

A suddenly confused look crossed Charlie's face as he hugged her, "Miley, why are you naked?" 

She laughed against Charlie's chest, squeezing him, "Because, silly, I was about to take a bath when I heard you freaking out on the phone. Baby, I'm so proud of you and Brian." 

Charlie held her tight. He knew he owed whatever success he achieved to Miley. She was the one who encouraged he and Brian the most to do their comic book. She was the one who supported his decision to drop out of college in order to focus on Captain Darkness. She had sacrificed her entire life to be with him, leaving her mother and home rather than give him up. Miley had even dropped out of school, forfeiting any potential future career of her own, to have his baby. Charlie knew how lucky he was to have such an amazing woman devoted so completely to him. 

"Miley," he said, choking back happy tears, "I don't know how to thank you." 

She glanced up at him, "Thank me for what?" 

"None of this would have been possible without you," he said, blinking away a couple of tears, "You gave me the confidence and support I needed. I mean, you've given up everything for me. Your family, college..." 

Miley smiled at his tears, "Oh, Charlie. Baby, you are my future. You and our daughter. The only thing I want is to be your wife and the mother of your children." 

The young couple held each other even tighter, Miley nestling her cheek against Charlie's chest. She giggled suddenly, breaking the tender moment, when she felt something poking against the bottom of her round stomach. 

"What are you laughing about?" Charlie asked curiously. 

"You're getting hard," she giggled again, "I can feel you against my tummy." 

"In my defense you're really naked, really pregnant, and rubbing against me. It's kind of turning me on." 

"That's why I love you," Miley beamed at him, "You just became a millionaire but all you can think about is my naked and pregnant body." She took his hand and tugged on it flirtatiously, "Do you want to come help me take my bath?" 

Charlie followed her into the bathroom. "What do you need me to do?" he offered willingly. 

Miley bent to turn off the water, displaying her plump bottom. "I need you to rub soap all over my fun parts," she said, offering a sultry look over her shoulder and brushing dark curly hair behind an ear. 

"O-okay," Charlie agreed, nearly mesmerized by the vision of her maternal beauty. 

Miley swished her hand through the water to make sure it was the ideal temperature before climbing inside. She lazily stretched her form across the length of the tub; her pregnant stomach and swollen breasts rose above the surface of the water like a trio of islands, though her skin glistened with moisture. 

Kneeling beside the tub on a soft rug, Charlie viewed her with rapture. He reached over Miley to take a bar of soap and dipped it into the water between her legs. 

"I love the way you look at me," Miley murmured, watching him stare at her figure, "It makes me feel so sexy." 

Charlie began to caress the bar of soap across the round expanse of her flesh and then used his bare hand to smear the soapy aftermath all over her stomach, "You've never been sexier than you are at this very moment." 

Miley bit her lower lip over a smile at his compliment, "That feels nice, baby." 

Charlie leaned over the side of the tub as his palm continued to smooth around her stomach. His mouth landed on one of her breasts and he began sucking on her swollen areola, which caused Miley to suck in a breath of pleasure. 

Propping a hand beneath the underside of her breast, Miley lifted it towards Charlie's mouth to encourage his oral attentions. "Be gentle," she whispered, "My boobs are really tender." 

Charlie remained delicate with her pregnant body, licking softly against her damp skin and sucking on her nipple lightly. Miley curled a hand around the back of his neck, causing the collar of his tee shirt to grow damp. She sighed luxuriously as Charlie coaxed the milk from her tit and streaming dribbles of her motherly fluid flowed across the skin of her breast to eventually mingle with the bath water. 

When he moved to attend her other breast Charlie's hand slid down the bottom of her stomach. Miley instinctively bent her knees and parted her thighs to give him full access to her sex, gasping wantonly when his fingers intruded between her labia. It wasn't long before Miley was squirming and moaning, both of her breasts flowing with tiny streams of milk. Charlie knew exactly how and where to touch her, as though he was a mechanic and her libido his engine. 

Miley clutched her own breasts and squeezed, pushing the streams out with more force. She adored the feeling of releasing her nourishing fluids and begged Charlie, "Drink my milk." Her maternal instinct needed someone to feed from her. 

Charlie returned his lips to her closest breast and began lapping and sucking on its engorged nipple, suckling her milk and drinking all that it would give. His hand remained between her legs, his fingers penetrating Miley's sex as his thumb moved back and forth across her stiffening clitoris. 

"Oh fuck yeah," she croaked seductively, "Play with my body, Charlie. Make me cum." 

Charlie continued masturbating her until Miley was reduced to a shivering series of desperate gasps. She curled her arms around his neck, soaking his shirt further, as an orgasm consumed her senses. "I'm cumming!" she squeaked as her vaginal fluids leaked seamlessly into the tub water, "Oh god, I'm cumming so good!" 

Bringing her down gently, Charlie lifted his lips from Miley's breast and eased the manipulations of his thumb until she stopped squirming and relaxed, letting the orgasmic tension exit her body. The flow from her nipples slowed to a dribble as Miley sighed softly. 

"I'm so fucking hard right now," Charlie whispered, staring at his wife's glowing form. 

She giggled and caressed his cheek in her wet palm, "I need to wash my hair. Why don't you wait for me in bed and when I'm done I'll get you off any way you want." 

Charlie kissed her, "I love you." 

"Oh baby, I love you too." 

Miley took her time relaxing in the bath and enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm, washing her hair and all the parts of her body Charlie missed - which was everything except her stomach. When she finally came out of the bathroom she was encased in a towel and her long dark tresses were damply matted to her head. She grinned at Charlie who was lying in bed naked and staring at a comic book. 

"What'cha reading?" she asked, padding towards the bed in her bare feet. 

"Spectacular Spider-Man," Charlie replied, glancing Miley's way. 

Miley sat on the edge of the bed and reached for a bottle of lotion on the nightstand, "I thought Spider-Man was 'amazing'?" 

"That's his other book," Charlie replied, absently setting the comic aside. 

Miley squeezed out some lotion and began spreading it over her arms. She glanced over her husband, admiring his lean form. Charlie had filled out since their high school days, but he was still slender and almost entirely smooth - the only body hair on his torso was a thin band of hair at the center of his stomach. His shock of brown hair was cutely unkempt and his penis was lying against his thigh amidst a patch of trimmed pubic hair. 

"Did I take too long?" she teased, remarking on his flaccid state. 

"I guess Spider-man just doesn't do it for me," Charlie joked. 

"Not like your pregnant wife?" Miley bit her lip as she reached across his lap and ran gentle fingertips against Charlie's soft length. She smiled when his penis twitched at her touch, showing immediate signs of arousal. 

"Nobody does it for me like you do," Charlie told her. 

"After two and a half years of being together," Miley reached and unfastened the towel wrapped around her body, letting it fall off her chest, "And you're not bored with me yet?" 

Charlie looked at the puffy nipples capping Miley's breasts and wondered if he could ever possibly grow disinterested in her, "Never." 

Miley grasped Charlie's thickening cock, stroking it slowly as it grew in her dainty hand. "Does it turn you on," she prodded quietly, "Looking at my pregnant body? Knowing you made me this way? Knowing that you put your child inside me?" 

Charlie nodded and remained still as Miley manipulated his member, "Sometimes I can't take my eyes off you." 

Tugging the towel away from her body and dropping it to the floor, Miley crawled into the bed to kneel beside Charlie. Her pregnant belly protruded over her thighs and her swollen breasts dangled enticingly as she leaned forward to resume playing with his erection. Charlie had grown to his full length of nearly ten inches and she hooked a finger beneath the head of his cock, lifting it and then letting it fall to slap against his midsection. 

"After I give birth to our daughter, are you going to put this gigantic thing back inside me and fuck more of your seed into my pussy?" 

Charlie marveled at Miley's ability to send his arousal into overdrive with a few simple words. 

"You want to keep me round and pregnant, my tits leaking with milk, don't you?" Miley started teasing the head of his cock, circling it with the tips of her fingers, "How many babies are you going to put into me? Huh, Charlie?" 

"At least two," Charlie murmured with a lidded and aroused expression, "I'll want to make you pregnant at least one more time." 

Miley maneuvered herself over Charlie's lap and sat on his thighs. This positioned her stomach directly over Charlie's scrotum and she lifted the shaft of his cock and pressed it against the curve of her pregnancy. "If we wait to have our second baby, and our daughter stops breast feeding, you have to take over." 

Charlie offered her a curious look, not understanding. 

"I don't want my breasts to stop giving up their milk," she explained, "If no one is feeding on me they'll eventually dry up. But if you continue drinking I'll continue producing. I love having my big milky tits, Charlie." 

"Jesus," Charlie exclaimed softly, his cock pulsing against Miley's stomach where she had it pinned by a palm. "I want that too. It turns me on so much." 

"You'll have to drink my milk at least twice a day," she instructed him. Miley was getting as turned-on as he was by the conversation and used her arousal to lubricate Charlie by dipping a pair of fingers into her vagina and smearing the fluids on his cock, "Once in the morning and one in the evening, every day, you'll have to suck on my tits." 

Charlie couldn't stop his hands from reaching upwards even if he tried. He grabbed Miley's breasts and began teasing her nipples with light pinches, keenly familiar with how to get her milk flowing. 

Miley gripped his cock firmly to emphasize her words, "I mean it, Charlie. I'm not just talking dirty. I love my milky tits. They make me feel like a mommy and you know how badly I want to be a mommy. If I can't feed our daughter I know it will leave me feeling hollow inside." 

"I'll do it," Charlie swore, "You can feed me your milk. I'll drink it and let it nourish me." 

For the second time in less than an hour Miley's breasts became free-flowing sources of bitter white fluid. Charlie sat up, bending at the waist, and eagerly began to drink. Miley gasped at his suckling mouth, curling a hand around the back of his head to pull him into her breast and letting her husband gorge on her milk. Leaning slightly backwards to make room for her pregnant belly, Miley positioned herself over Charlie's lap just-so to allow him continued access to her breasts while still fitting his throbbing length into her sex. She was so wet that nearly his entire shaft fit into her pussy with one motion. Her stomach was pressed tightly against his sternum as she began to grind her hips. The breast that Charlie wasn't sucking on was squirting dribbles onto her pregnancy, the milk running around the curve of her tummy and onto Charlie's legs. 

That's when Charlie felt something against his torso. He pulled away from her nipple, "Miley... what...?" 

"She's kicking," Miley was gasping at the pleasure of Charlie's insertion, "Oh fuck, Charlie. Our baby's kicking. She knows mommy is getting fucked." 

"Should we stop?" Charlie sounded worried. 

Miley hastily shook her head, "No, baby. Keep fucking me. I need you inside me..." 

A wanton voice suddenly came from the bedroom doorway, "Oh my god, that's so fucking hot." 

Both Charlie and Miley stopped their grinding and turned to see Haley. Her jeans were in a puddle on the floor at her feet and her hand was stuffed into her panties stretching the elastic waistband, below a tight baby-doll tee. 

"Haley!?" Charlie was the first to speak. 

Haley didn't try to hide her presence. She moved slightly forward wearing a guilty expression, "I'm so sorry. I changed my mind about leaving and came back. I wanted to find you and tell you, but then I saw you guys... oh my god, you two. I couldn't help myself. Watching you is the sexiest thing I've ever seen or heard. I'm so fucking turned-on right now." 

Whether it was a woman's intuition or some preternatural sexual sixth-sense, Miley sensed Haley didn't want to press the idea of a threesome. "It's okay," she suddenly blurted, placing a calming hand on Charlie's chest. 

"What?" Charlie looked at her with surprise. "Miley...?" 

"I just want to watch," Haley confirmed Miley's suspicions, "You two are so hot together. I just - I just want to watch." 

"It's okay," Miley repeated towards her husband's obvious reluctance. "I want to let her watch, it would really turn me on." 

Charlie didn't appear at all convinced but Miley resumed slowly grinding her hips despite his inhibitions. 

"She just wants to rub her pussy," Miley murmured in the sexiest voice she could muster, "She wants to rub her pussy while she watches us fuck. Doesn't that turn you on, baby? Doesn't it turn you on to think about someone watching us fuck?" 




Charlie & Miley Ch. 04



Charlie watched as Haley sat nearby, her hand remaining in her panties. She slouched back into a cushioned chair, her gaze filled with arousal. He had to admit to himself that Haley watching him added a certain element of kinky excitement. He knew they were quite a vision with Miley on his lap, her pregnant stomach and the sheet beneath them soiled from the milk still dribbling out of her breasts. 

What finally convinced Charlie was the fact that Jack had been cheating on Haley; that their marriage was only a legal document devoid of any romance. 

Miley could see the acceptance creep onto his face. "That's it, baby," she encouraged him, climbing off his lap. She moved to her hands and knees to present her plump bottom, "Show Haley how good you fuck your wife, Charlie. Make her cum. Make both of us cum." 

Haley sucked in a sharp breath when she saw Miley withdraw off Charlie's cock. Though she had seen it before its size still surprised her, the way it was glistening with Miley's juices and throbbing in the air. Haley wondered how a petite thing like Miley had ever fit such a monster within her. She watched, enraptured, as Charlie maneuvered behind Miley and mounted her from behind. "Oh fuck," Haley moaned as she watched Charlie's massive length disappear into Miley's sex. She stared jealously as Charlie's hands reached around and clutched at Miley's hanging breasts. An orgasm flooded through Haley's loins in a sudden rush of heat, soaking her fingers and the gusset of her panties. 

Miley could see the bliss on Haley's face and it triggered a buried desire for exhibitionism that Miley never realized she had. The combination of seeing Haley orgasm coupled with the feeling of Charlie's cock and hands pushed her over the edge. The sensation of milk flowing from her breasts along with an orgasm flowing out of her sex made Miley grunt and moan deliriously. 

With both Haley and Miley gasping in the throes of orgasm, their voices filling the large bedroom, Charlie knew he wouldn't last much longer. A part of him he never knew existed was thrilled by Haley's voyeurism, a piece of his masculine ego that wanted the whole world to see that Miley was his territory; his woman. When his orgasm arrived it was that small piece of him that caused Charlie to pull out and display his pleasure. 

"Oh shit," Haley moaned as she watched Charlie's cock erupt all over Miley's ass. Charlie had himself in hand, stroking his shaft and coaxing out several thick ropes of semen. Haley had never seen such a copious amount of male fluid before - not even in a pornographic video. 

Miley felt the heat on her skin and looked over her shoulder, watching as Charlie decorated her body with his fluids. "Oh god," she moaned, "That's so fucking hot, baby." 

By the time Charlie was done his cum was puddled at the small of Miley's back and several sticky strings of it were stretched across her ass cheeks. 

"That didn't take very long," Miley commented between panting breaths, "We all came in about thirty seconds." 

"I didn't think I'd get so turned on having someone watching us," Charlie admitted. 

"You two should put that shit on the internet," Haley added. "You'd make a fortune." 

"No," Charlie quickly shook his head, "No cameras." 

Miley giggled, still kneeling in the doggy-style position. "Baby, can you get a towel and clean your messy off me?" 

Haley wondered, "Is it always like that when you guys have sex? I mean, the dirty-talk alone was enough to send my cunt into overdrive." 

"Pretty much," Miley replied, "I've been talking dirty to Charlie since the first time we masturbated together. It makes his cock really hard." 

Charlie couldn't believe how casual the two women were being about what had just occurred. He remained silent as he moved to fetch a towel, pausing to shyly put his pants back on. He had no idea how the encounter would impact their relationship with Haley, or Jack for that matter, but Charlie grinned when he suddenly remembered he was a millionaire. Fuck it, he thought, he and Miley deserved to have some fun.



Charlie & Miley Ch. 05



"I was afraid to admit that I even had a problem. After my first week here I almost snuck out in the middle of the night. I had a bag packed and everything, but then my boyfriend called. Well, my ex-boyfriend, I guess. He told me how proud of me he was and that he loved me. It reminded me that I still had hopes for our future, you know? I want us to be together, but I realized it would never work if all I did was drink every night at a frat house until I blacked out in some strange guy's bed." 

The young blonde glanced down at her lap with an expression of regret, pushing a tendril of straight hair behind her ear. Dark bags hung beneath her eyes on what was an otherwise beautiful face, an indication of the struggles she had recently faced. A small circle of people seated on folding chairs around her remained quiet, letting her gather herself. 

"His name is Brian. He used to be like, this gigantic geek in high school that I never paid any attention to. God, I was such a shallow bitch back then. But now he's like this totally-together guy. He's an artist on the best-selling comic book of all time, or something. It's called Captain Darkness." She breathed out a laugh, "Sounds completely lame, right? But I guess Robert Pattinson is going to play Captain Darkness on some HBO movie, or whatever. Anyway, Brian's pretty much the high-school-geek-turned-millionaire success story, like something straight out of an 80's movie. We've got history, Brian and me. I don't really want to get into it here, but he's the one, you know? If I had any sense I'd be walking down the aisle with a rich guy who's totally devoted to me, but instead I've been in here for the last three weeks trying to figure out how to go another day without a drink." 

She took a deep breath, "My name is Stacy Sullivan and... I'm an alcoholic." 

======= 

Contemplating her choice as though the fate of world peace hinged on her decision, Miley finally decided to seek the council of her advisor. She turned around holding up two little shirts, "Hey, Olivia? What do you think looks cuter, rose or pink?" 

Olivia White, Miley's mother, was browsing through a selection of baby shoes. She glanced Miley's way and quickly decided, "Rose." 

The two women were at the mall shopping for baby clothes in preparation for the pending birth of Charlie and Miley's daughter, the same mall near where Charlie and Miley grew up and where Charlie once worked at a comic book store called 'The House of Spandex'. Olivia was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a buttoned blouse; she was a woman of simple tastes who didn't wear a lot of make-up or overly style her hair. This presented a stark contrast to Miley who was wearing a yellow maternity dress that hung over her petite frame by thin straps, bare at the arms, shoulders, and bust. Her pregnant stomach and plump hips caused the dress to tent around her waist; her still-skinny bare legs poked out from beneath, clad in strappy heels. Miley had styled her hair in a cascade of gorgeous dark waves that tumbled past her shoulders and glistened under any light. 

Olivia looked like the common suburban housewife that she was; Miley looked like a model from the cover of a magazine promoting fashion for young pregnant women. 

"You look beautiful today, by the way," Olivia commented, "Are you and Charlie going out tonight?" 

Miley shook her head, taking Olivia's advice and placing the rose-colored shirt in her shopping basket, "No, I just woke up this morning and realized I was sick of sweatpants and hair scrunchies. Since we were coming to the mall I wanted to look pretty instead of fat and gross." 

Olivia's eyes rolled at her daughter's description of herself, "Miley, you're not fat or gross - you're eight months pregnant. What do you think of these shoes?" 

Miley approached, "Oh, those are adorable! They look like little Nike sneakers." 

"What does Charlie think?" Olivia asked. 

"About baby shoes?" Miley offered a funny expression. 

"No," Olivia chuckled, "About how you look at eight months pregnant." 

"Oh," Miley grinned, "He can't keep his hands off me. He's always rubbing my tummy and squeezing my butt, telling me how sexy I am... I swear your son totally has a pregnancy fetish." 

Olivia smiled at her overly-descriptive daughter. She had known Miley long enough to understand that was simply Miley's way and had learned to temper any shock, "Charlie's father was the same way." 

Miley put the shoes into her basket, "Thanks for coming with me today, Olivia. I hadn't bought any clothes for the baby and was feeling completely unprepared. It really means a lot to me. When I was growing up and I'd fantasize about becoming a mom, I always imagined my own mother being there to help show me what to do." 

"You and Victoria still aren't talking?" 

Miley shook her head and looked over some onesies, holding one up for a closer regard. 

Olivia tried not to show any pity as she knew Miley neither wanted nor needed it, but Olivia felt bad that Miley had gone through so much during the prior two years without the support of her mother. Knowing she was without a maternal influence, Olivia had taken it upon herself to be there whenever Miley needed her. 

"Do you miss her?" Olivia asked delicately. 

Miley glanced towards Olivia, "Who, my mother? Not at all." 

Olivia liked to always offer a bright side, "At least you have your father?" 

Miley laughed, "He's more of a man-child than a parent. I mean, I guess I'm the mother now, you know? I have to look out for my boys. Dad would forget to eat if I didn't remind him, Brian seems to need someone to set him straight every few weeks or so, and Charlie... well, I guess Charlie has you to be his mother." 

Olivia scoffed amusedly, "Charlie hasn't needed me since marrying you. You're his wife now, and in case you haven't noticed a wife needs to be as much of a mother to her husband as anything else." 

Miley grinned, "Charlie's pretty good about taking care of himself." 

======= 

"Where the hell are my pants?" Charlie wondered aloud, helplessly looking under his bed. 

Brian was seated at a desk and browsing the internet on Charlie's laptop, "Go look in the laundry; Miley said something about washing your favorite jeans right before she left to go shopping with your mom." 

"She did?" 

Brian nodded absently, "Sometimes you are completely useless without Miley around." 

"I'll just grab another pair," Charlie decided, "The laundry room is too far away." 

Brian grinned at Charlie's sloth, "Yeah, it's such a drag that you have to live in this huge mansion." 

Charlie found a pair of jeans in the closet and pulled them over his legs, "It seems even bigger now that Haley has moved out." 

"So it's really over between her and Jack?" 

"Yeah, I guess so." 

"I can't say I'm sorry," Brian shrugged, "It was really weird to see her married to Miley's dad given that I slept with her. I mean, it was like having slept with your best friend's mom." 

"How would you know?" Charlie teased, "You haven't slept with my mom, have you?" 

Brian laughed, "Dude, don't even go there. I haven't slept with that many women." 

"Well, let's see," Charlie counted with his fingers on an upraised hand, "There's Haley, Sam, Stacy, Cassie..." 

"That's only four girls!" Brian defended himself. "Not all of us lost our virginity to our high school sweetheart and married her, you know. Four seems like an average number, to me, for a twenty year old guy; maybe even a little light." 

"You get extra points for Haley." 

"Yeah," Brian grinned fondly, "That chick is so hot. How's Miley handling the split?" 

"Surprisingly well, actually." Charlie sat on the edge of his unmade bed, "Given the fact that Jack has been seeing Victoria." 

"His ex-wife?" Brian shuddered, "Man, that dude is definitely trading down. How can he get back together with Miley's witch of a mom?" 

"I try not to think about it. I'll miss having Haley around, though. She and Miley have been so close, especially since..." 

Brian waited for Charlie to finish his sentence, "Since what?" 

Charlie cleared his throat, "Nothing, never mind." 

Brian knew his best friend as well as anyone and could instantly tell whenever Charlie was hiding something, "Oh shit, dude. What is it? Did something crazy happen?" 

Charlie shook his head, tight lipped. 

"Tell me!" Brian urged. "C'mon, dude! I'm your best friend." 

Charlie always seemed to cave quickly under pressure from Brian, "Okay, okay. But you have to keep this a secret." 

Brian knew he was about to hear something juicy and instantly agreed, "Yeah, of course. It goes in the man-vault." 

"Haley, uh... sort of watched Miley and me." 

Brian looked confused, "Huh?" 

"Have sex," Charlie clarified. 

Brian's eyes widened. 

"Twice," Charlie added. 

"No way! You mean, like, she was hiding in the closet or something?" 

"No," Charlie shook his head, "She was in the room with us while we did it." 

Brian nearly fell out of Charlie's desk chair, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Let me get this straight, you and Miley knew she was watching and Miley was cool with that?" 

"Pretty much. It's a really long story that's a lot more harmless than it sounds, but it was like this crazy sort of bonding moment between those two," Charlie lifted his shoulder in a confused shrug, "They seemed closer than ever right after, like two best friends in on a private secret." 

"Chicks are goofy." Brian scratched the top of his head through shortly-trimmed hair, "So, she was just watching you? That's really kinky, dude." 

"Welcome to life with Miley," Charlie commented dryly, "When it comes to our sex life, sometimes I feel like I'm just along for the ride." 

Brian snorted sarcastically, "Must be rough." 

"Have you talked to Stacy?" Charlie changed the subject. 

"About a week ago. They don't really encourage phone calls when you're in rehab. She can use the phone for like an hour one day out of the week, and she can't have a cell." 

Charlie leaned forward to rest elbows on knees. He felt bad for Stacy, whom he considered one of his closest friends, "I should go see her." 

"They restrict that even more," Brian warned, "There's a family day once a month, and that that isn't for another week." 

"I want to be there for her, though." Charlie sounded guilty, "I mean, I should have been there for her. Miley and me both, we should have been there to help her." 

"It's not your fault," Brian assured him, "What could you have done? We were on our promotional tour all summer and Miley's been busy being pregnant. Stacy shut us out, all of us. It's on her, and now she's dealing with being responsible for her actions. That's something she has to come to terms with on her own." 

"I guess," Charlie conceded. 

"You'll get your chance," Brian told him. "She's going to need us when she gets home. Besides, we've got bigger problems." 

"We do?" 

"Hell yeah we do, like stupid HBO casting that lame vampire guy as Captain Darkness. What the fuck, dude? Have they even read our comic?" 

"What's wrong with Robert Pattinson?" Charlie wondered. "I bet he does a good job." 

"Are you insane? He's all wrong for the part." 

Charlie laughed, "You said the same thing about Heath Ledger as the Joker." 

======= 

Miley settled her pregnant form on a bench outside the mall while Olivia went to get the car. Stylish sunglasses kept the afternoon Florida sun out of her eyes; though it was fall the weather remained warm and Miley was comfortable in her tiny maternity dress without a jacket. She busied herself with her cell phone, texting Charlie: 'Done shopping, b home in an hr or so, hope ur horny cuz I am - xoxo'. 

"Millicent?" someone said to her left. 

Miley turned to see a beautiful middle-aged woman in a pants-suit with long dark hair just like her own, "Mom? What are you doing here?" 

"I'm going shopping." Victoria stood staring at her daughter, who she hadn't seen since Miley's wedding day nine months prior, "My goodness, you're so... pregnant." 

"Thanks," Miley replied distantly, unsure of how to react and unbalanced by her mother's sudden appearance. 

"I'm sorry, I just haven't seen you since... it's a little jarring to see you so far along." 

"It's going to be a girl," Miley told her, unsure why. Perhaps it was because Victoria's expression was showing a hint of regret at being excluded from Miley's life. 

A tiny smile crossed Victoria's lips, "When are you due?" 

"Just under three weeks from now." 

"Have you had a baby shower, yet? We could -" 

"Don't," Miley interrupted, shaking her head, "You don't get to be a grandma, because you forced me to choose Charlie over you rather than accept him into our family. That means you don't have a son, or a granddaughter." 

"But sweetheart -" 

"Or a daughter," Miley added, her tone cold and final. "You may get your hooks back into daddy, but I will never forgive you; never let you back into my life." 

Victoria frowned at her daughter's stubbornness, "You say that now. We'll see how you feel when you and your new family are broke and penniless. You're a college drop-out who's pregnant, Miley. What sort of future is that?" 

Miley suppressed the urge to punch Victoria in the mouth. She wanted to scream at her mother about how successful Charlie was, about how wrong Victoria had been about him. But Miley realized it didn't make any difference to Victoria how rich or poor Charlie was. To Victoria, Charlie would always be the 'geek' who wasn't good enough for Miley. Pushing herself to her feet, Miley decided her mother wasn't worth a moment more of her time. 

As Miley rose from the bench Olivia pulled to the curb in Miley's car. 

"I'm not a pregnant drop-out," Miley said as she stepped past Victoria and opened the car door. "I'm a wife," she declared proudly, "And a mother, which is more than I can say for you." 

Victoria huffed at her daughter's words. Her mouth hung open and she was unable to think of a reply. 

Olivia looked concerned as Miley crawled into the passenger seat, "Is that your mother?" 

Miley tried to hide her disappointment and anger, shaking her head, "Not anymore." 

======= 

"Thanks for meeting me," Jack said as he picked up a menu. He was seated with Haley at a dimly-lit table within a downtown Tallahassee restaurant. He was dressed in a business suit having arrived directly from the office. 

"No problem," Haley replied, glancing half-heartedly at a wine menu. She wore a simple black cocktail dress with stockings and heels. Her long blonde tresses were slightly feathered and her face was decorated with minimal make-up. 

Jack thought she looked gorgeous, but then Jack had always thought Haley appeared beautiful. "I'm sorry about all this," he gestured lazily between the two and set the menu down, "About you and me." 

"We've been through your apologies before," Haley remarked in a cool, dry tone. "After I caught you on the desk with Victoria, remember? I get it - I tried to tie down the guy who can't be tied down. I always knew you'd eventually cheat on me, Jack, somewhere in the back of my mind. I just never thought it would be with your ex-wife." 

"No more apologies," Jack agreed. "How have you been? Where are you staying?" 

"At the Four Seasons," Haley named one of the most expensive hotels located downtown. "I've been okay. I miss Miley, and Charlie, but I'm sure we'll find a way to keep in touch." 

A waiter arrived then, interrupting the tension and sensing it. He quickly took their dinner order and left to give the couple their privacy. 

"I want you back," Jack said once the waiter left. 

Hailey's trimmed eyebrows rose in cautious surprise. 

"At work," Jack clarified. "You really helped develop my consulting firm, Haley. You wined and dined a lot of our big-money clients, brought them in, and I can't afford to lose you." 

"Oh come on, Jack," Haley sounded dismissive, "I can't be the only one you can put in a short skirt to lure clients through the door. Hell, your daughter could do that for you." 

"Miley would probably be fantastic," Jack agreed, "But she wants a family, not a career. Besides, as sociable as Miley is she doesn't have the ruthless cunning that you do, which can be important when sitting in a room with millionaire CEO's." 

"I think you're underestimating Miley," Haley commented, lifting her water and recalling past feuds. "As for me, I simply know what most men want." 

"Yeah? And what's that?" 

Haley crunched on a small piece of ice and set her glass down, "Sex." 

Jack smiled. "That's how you got me," he conceded. 

"Your ex-wife knows it too." 

Jack's smile slowly drifted away. 

"She's using you, Jack. She doesn't want to get back together. She's using you to try and get back into Miley's good graces because she knows Miley adores you and would never cut you out of her life. Victoria figures if you and she are together again, Miley would be forced to accept her back." 

"You don't know that," Jack sounded skeptical. 

"Of course I do." 

"How?" Jack challenged. 

Haley lifted a shoulder, "Because it's what I'd do, and I'm ruthless - remember?" 

Jack leaned back in his chair, considering. 

"Unlike Victoria, I actually care for you. I also enjoy working at the firm. So yeah, I'll come back to work for you, but I think you need to seriously question what you're doing with your ex." 

"Are you saying you want to get back together?" 

Haley didn't sound at all insecure when she told him, "I would." 

That surprised Jack, "But I cheated on you?" 

"And two weeks ago I nearly had a threesome with your daughter and son," Haley reminded him. "Neither one of us are angels. I think we both knew that when we got married. I can deal with the fact that you slept with another woman, like I said I half-expected it would happen eventually. I only got well and truly mad after you told me you wanted to see her again. Which is a mistake, by the way, and not just because I want you back, but because Miley despises her and if there's one woman in this entire world you need to make happy it's your daughter." 

Jack didn't disagree but he was curious why Haley thought so, "How come?" 

"You're her father. It's every father's job to protect his little girl and keep her safe, even if it's from their mother." 

"I don't think Miley needs me anymore," Jack said, "Charlie seems fully capable of taking care of her." 

Haley leaned back as their food arrived, "A girl will always need her father, Jack. Take it from someone who didn't have a very good one. You need to re-think your relationship with Victoria; if not for me, then for Miley." 

======= 

Charlie was winded by the time he carried all of Miley's shopping bags from her car to their bedroom and silently vowed never to buy a mansion without an elevator. "Where do you want all this stuff?" he asked, a bag in each hand and two more stuffed under his arms. 

"You can just pile them in the corner by the closet," Miley gestured, "I'll go through everything later. Thanks, baby." 

"You're welcome," Charlie replied, happy to act as his wife's mule. She was carrying his baby around for nine months; the least he could do was lift some shopping bags. 

"Is Brian still here?" Miley wondered. 

"He left about twenty minutes ago." 

Miley's lips curled with disappointment, "I wanted to ask him about Stacy, see how she's doing." 

"He hadn't talked to her," Charlie said, setting the bags down, "I guess she can only receive social calls once a week." 

"I missed her, today. Back in high school I'd rarely go to the mall without her, you know?" Miley decided not to bring up her encounter with Victoria. It was random, Miley decided, and meaningless. "But your mom was awesome. She sends her love, by the way." 




Charlie & Miley Ch. 05



"Looks like the two of you did rather well," Charlie remarked, looking at the four shopping bags stuffed with baby clothes, "You do realize our daughter is going to outgrow anything we buy rather rapidly, don't you?" 

"We bought multiple sizes," Miley said, defending the amount of clothes she bought, "We should be good for at least a year and a half. Besides, we can save everything for baby number two - if we have another girl we'll be set!" 

Charlie grinned, "Let's just get baby number one out of you first before we start worrying about that." 

Miley sat on the bed to take off her strappy sandals, "Charlie, we need to decide on a name. We can't keep calling her 'baby number one' anymore. She'll get a complex." 

"How can she get a complex? She's not even born yet." 

Miley informed him, "I read in Cosmo that unborn babies begin learning speech patterns in the womb as they hear people talking. The article said that babies can even recognize and respond to their own names prior to birth." 

Charlie chuckled sarcastically, "Well if Cosmo says it's true..." 

"I won't have our daughter thinking her name is 'baby number one'," Miley put her metaphorical foot down, "So we need to decide on a name." 

"Okay, okay," Charlie lifted his palms in surrender. He joined Miley on the edge of the bed, sitting beside her. 

"What do you think of 'Emily'?" Miley renewed what had been an ongoing debate. 

"Too cute," Charlie shook his head. 

Miley bit her lip in thought, "Okay, how about 'Amanda'?" 

"I like that name, but it's too common." 

"'Collins'?" 

"That sounds like a boy's name." 

"Does 'Taylor' sound too much like a boy's name?" 

Charlie shrugged, "I like Taylor, but I'm worried everyone will think we named her after that annoying pop singer; maybe for a middle name?" 

"'Candy'?" Miley suggested. 

Charlie leveled a frown at her. 

Miley nodded at him with a sudden realization, "You're right, we don't want her to grow up to be a stripper." 

"Is 'Elektra' completely off the table?" Charlie wondered. 

Miley gave him a dry look, "Charlie, we're not naming our daughter Elektra." 

"You said you liked that name when we were on our honeymoon!" Charlie accused. 

"That was before Brian told me Elektra is a ninja assassin who kills people!" 

"How about 'Mary Jane'?" 

Miley rolled her eyes, "No. And not 'Lois Lane', either, before you ask." 

Charlie sighed, "So 'Gwen Stacy' is out too?" 

Miley opened her mouth to say no but she stopped herself and considered, "You brought that one up before, who's that again?" 

"Spider-Man's dead girlfriend," Charlie replied. 

"Wait," Miley remembered, "She's the one Emma Stone played, right?" 

"Yeah." 

"I like Gwen, but no." 

"Why not?" 

Miley somehow gave him a look that was both stern and loving at the same time, "Charlie, you name a dog or a cat after a comic book character, not a child. That would be tacky." She stood and pushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, "Unzip me?" 

Charlie rose behind her, "Do you want a traditional name?" 

Miley thought about it as Charlie found the zipper in the seam of her dress, "Not necessarily." She slid the dress off and then hung it on the door of their closet. "But we can't go too trendy, either, like 'Zoe' or 'Skyler'. Those are cute but they'll be weird and antiquated by the time she's thirty." 

"Her middle name doesn't have to be 'Stacy'," Charlie pointed out, "If you like 'Gwendolyn'." 

"Gwendolyn," Miley said, trying it out, "Gwen." 

Charlie approached, laying his palms on Miley's bulging stomach, "'Gwendolyn Taylor'?" 

"Gwendolyn Taylor White," Miley tried, smiling at the way it sounded. "Oh, Charlie, I like that! Do you?" 

"Yeah," he agreed, "I think that's a beautiful name." Charlie looked directly at Miley's protruding tummy, "Did you hear that, baby-girl? Your name is Gwendolyn." 

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Curled in a comfortable easy chair in the rehab center's common area following supper, Stacy was trying to watch a reality dating show about twenty men vying for the affections of a single woman. There was a boy seated a few feet away at a folding table playing Solitaire who kept staring at her, however, distracting Stacy from the show. He looked to be about her age, had long black hair to the shoulders, thick-framed glasses, and a skinny body. Stacy recognized him from her group session earlier that day, though the boy hadn't shared anything with the group. Looking down at herself, clad in comfy jeans and a tee-shirt, Stacy wondered why he kept looking her way. It's not like she was wearing anything too revealing nor had any embarrassing stains on her clothes. 

"Hey," Stacy finally said, suddenly remembering his name, "You're Cory, right?" 

He flipped a card onto the table with a snapping sound and nodded quietly, suddenly shy that Stacy was talking to him. 

"You look like you have something on your mind," Stacy said, lifting the television remote to turn down the volume. 

He blinked oddly, "Are you still talking to me?" 

Stacy grinned, "Um, yeah? There's no one else in the room. You keep looking over at me, like you have something to say?" 

Cory looked down at his cards, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare." 

Stacy uncurled her curvaceous figure from the chair and approached the obviously shy boy, sitting down kitty-corner from him at his table. "What are you in for?" she joked dryly. 

Cory looked at her, eyes wide, but then he grinned when he finally got her joke. "My parents sent me here," he said, his voice deeper than his slender frame would indicate. "I, um, heard what you said in group today. Is your boyfriend really Brian Schue?" 

Stacy looked puzzled, "How do you know his last name?" 

"You said you were dating the artist from Captain Darkness," he replied, "That's my favorite comic book." 

"You're into comics?" 

"Ever since I was a kid." 

"And you know who Brian is?" Stacy asked, not fully understanding the impact of Charlie and Brian's geek-credentials. 

"Sure," Cory nodded, "I mean, I've never met him or anything, but anyone into comics has heard of Charlie White and Brian Schue. They're like the Lee and Kirby of the modern era." 

Stacy gave him a funny look, "Who?" 

Cory gestured with his hands as he spoke, obviously passionate, "The first twelve issues of Captain Darkness will go down as one of the most influential runs in comic history, you know? It's up there with Miller's Dark Knight Returns or Moore's Watchmen. It's not as gritty as those stories, but Captain Darkness captures the pulp origins of comics and meshes that perfectly with a modern edge. It's brilliant!" 

Stacy wasn't sure if Cory was still speaking English. 

Cory chuckled, "You don't have any idea what I'm talking about do you?" 

Stacy shook her head, "Not really, no." 

"Let me put it this way," Cory pushed a hand through his long hair, "In the comic world, your boyfriend is like a rock star." 

"I guess I knew he was successful, I just didn't realize he was famous." 

"He's really your boyfriend?" 

Stacy considered, "Well, I broke up with him a few months ago. I thought he was cheating on me, but..." She pushed some hair behind her ear, "I'd like to think we can make it work once I get out of here. I miss him, a lot. Him, Charlie, Mi-" 

"Wait," Cory interrupted, "Charlie? You know Charlie White, too?" 

Stacy replied obviously, "Of course, he's married to my best friend. We all went to school together." 

"What are they like?" 

"Charlie and Brian?" Stacy asked. 

Cory nodded inquisitively. 

Stacy smiled fondly when she thought of them, "They're best friends. And they're total geeks, you know? They don't even try to hide it. They're always talking about super heroes and Star Wars." She chuckled, "One time I listened to them argue for over an hour about who would win in a fight between Wolverine and Chewbacca." 

Cory grinned, "That sounds like me and my best friend. So they're just regular guys?" 

"Yeah," Stacy continued, "Charlie's the cautious and sensible one. Brian's more reckless and indecisive. They both have great senses of humor." She paused while thinking about them, "Sometimes I honestly can't decide which one of them I love more." 

"Wow," Cory looked down at his Solitaire game, "They're lucky guys. I've never even had a girlfriend." 

Stacy gave him a sympathetic look, "Just keep being you. You know, minus whatever it was that landed you in rehab." 

Cory smiled, "You want to play some Hearts?" 

"Yeah," Stacy decided, suddenly missing her friends all the more after talking about them. Cory had helped remind Stacy that she needed to accept people for who they were, and let people do the same with her. Neither she nor Brian were without their faults, but she loved him all the same. Stacy quietly hoped Brian would still be waiting for her when she finally got out of rehab. 

======= 

Charlie frowned at the television and used a remote control to change the channel for the tenth time in less than a minute. 

Miley sat next to him on a massive leather sofa in her favorite pair of pink sweatpants and a white tank top that strained to contain her pregnant stomach. A bowl of iced cream topped with both chocolate and strawberry sauce occupied the bulk of her attention but she was growing irritated with Charlie's indecision, "What was wrong with that show? I like that one." 

"It's stupid," Charlie declared, "How can they call putting twenty guys and one girl in the same house 'reality'?" 

"But all the guys are hot," Miley justified her interest, licking some chocolate sauce off her spoon. 

Charlie clicked through a couple commercials and finally paused on a program. 

"Oh my god," Miley complained. "Charlie, I don't want to watch a cartoon!" 

"It's not a cartoon," Charlie argued, gesturing towards the television, "Its computer animation." 

"It's a cartoon," Miley reached to grab the remote out of Charlie's hand. 

Charlie yanked his hand away out of reach, "I want to watch it!" 

"We've already seen this one! Look, it's the one where Yoda rescues Luke from the droids." 

"His name isn't Luke," Charlie pointed out. "It's Anakin. Luke is his unborn son." 

Miley balanced her bowl of iced cream and continued to clutch towards the remote, "Well, me and your unborn daughter don't care! That's two votes to your one; now give me the remote..." 

"No," Charlie continued to hold it away just out of Miley's reach. 

"We always watch what you want to watch," Miley pouted, giving up. 

"That's not true," Charlie changed the channel again, "Just the other night we watched that stupid movie about a girl dating a zombie." 

"You like zombies!" Miley exclaimed, spooning up some more iced cream. 

"Yeah, when they're trying to eat people, not when they try to fit in at high school; it's ridiculous! That could never possibly happen." 

Miley rolled her eyes, "Like that's any less realistic than an elderly green midget fighting a bunch of robots with a light stick." 

"Star Wars happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away," Charlie pointed out, "Who knows what was possible?" 

"See what's on the movie channels," Miley finally suggested, struggling to lean over her pregnant tummy and set her empty bowl on the coffee table. 

Charlie hit a remote button and pulled a menu up on the screen, "Let's see..." 

Miley pointed, "Oh! The Notebook is on again, let's watch -" 

"Forget it," Charlie refused, "There's an X-Men movie on HBO?" 

Miley stuck her tongue out, "No superheroes." 

"What about Superman?" 

"No superheroes!" Miley stared at the menu, "Wait, what is 'Double Rendezvous'? Is that the one where Sandra Bullock and Tina Fey are undercover FBI agents?" 

"I don't know," Charlie selected it. His eyes widened when the screen was suddenly filled with a pornographic scene involving a woman kneeling between two guys and alternating between servicing their erections orally. "Um, I don't think Sandra Bullock is in this one..." 

"Ooh," Miley settled against Charlie's arm, "Let's watch this." 

"You want to watch a porno?" 

Miley shrugged, "Why not?" 

Charlie worried, "What if your dad comes home?" 

Miley giggled, "Charlie, we're not teenagers anymore. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be too upset, especially since he's the one with the porno channel on his satellite package. What do you think of that girl? Do you think she's sexy?" 

"She's okay," Charlie studied the blonde on screen, "Why? Do you like the guys?" 

"The guy on the left is okay, I guess, and his cock is almost as big as yours." 

Charlie glanced to his side where Miley was nuzzling herself against his arm, "Are you into this?" 

Miley seemed unashamed, "Look at her, getting those two big cocks shoved into her face. She's slobbering all over them. I bet they cum all over her. It's hot." 

"That turns you on?" 

"Of course. She probably feels totally sexy having two guys so turned on by her that they shoot their hot messes on her face." 

Charlie chuckled, "Miley, it's a porno. I'm sure she only let it happen because she got paid." 

"So? That doesn't mean she can't feel proud about making those two big cocks stand at attention for her." 

"I guess," Charlie looked back to the action on screen, trying to view the pornography using her perspective, "So it's not the guys that turn you on, but their erections?" 

She nodded against him, "A cock is a powerful thing, Charlie. A hard, throbbing cock can turn a puritan girl into a ravenous slut. Women like to be flattered, you know? We like to know that men find us attractive and desirable. What's more flattering than a guy displaying his attraction by showing you his big boner?" 

Charlie laughed. 

Miley gazed up at him with a sheepish grin, "What's so funny? That's how you got me." 

"I thought you loved me for my personality and uncanny sense of humor?" 

Miley giggled, "I do, silly. But at first it was all about your gigantic cock. You made me feel so fucking sexy all the time the way it was always hard and begging for my attention, like I was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen." 

"You were," he said softly, "I mean, you are." 

Miley lifted a kiss to his lips, "That's why I love you. But before all that we humans aren't any different from the rest of the animal kingdom, you know? Like a peacock showing his big plume of feathers to impress some girl peacock so they can mate - that's no different than a girl getting all breathless over a guy's gigantic dick." 

Charlie considered his wife's words, "What if I had a small penis?" 

Miley peered at him questioningly. 

"That day back in high school, when you pulled me into the men's bathroom and made me show you my dick; do you think we would have ended up together if I had a small penis?" 

"Of course we would have," Miley assured him, "Charlie, we were fated to be together. You are the only man in the world that I... that I -" 

Charlie glanced at her and saw an uncomfortable expression on Miley's face, "What's wrong, that ice cream not sitting well with you?" 

Miley clutched at Charlie's wrist as her entire body stiffened, "Oh shit, Charlie." 

Charlie suddenly grew very concerned, "What is it? The baby -?" 

Miley bit her lip and nodded, "I think my water just broke..."



Charlie & Miley Ch. 06



At three and a half feet tall she wasn't tall enough to reach the back of the counter, even while standing on tippy-toes and stretching her arm as far as it would go. A frustrated scowl marked her adorable, olive-skinned features and she absently pushed a wave of long brown hair behind an ear in a way that perfectly mirrored her mother. While seeking a solution she spotted a folding stool collapsed between the refrigerator and a garbage basket; the girl suddenly smiled with the innocent mischievousness only a four year-old can obtain. 

Moments later she was able to slide a blue porcelain container shaped like her favorite Sesame Street character to the edge of a stainless steel kitchen counter. Carefully removing its lid, she began digging for the tasty treasures contained within. 

Miley suddenly appeared from a hallway to catch the girl with her hand literally in the cookie jar. "Gwendolyn Taylor," she admonished, using her daughter's full name in the exact same way Miley's own mother used to do when Miley was misbehaving, "Just what do you think you're doing?" 

Standing on the stool with half her arm buried into Cookie Monster's neck, Gwen froze and shot a surprised look towards Miley that betrayed her guilt, "Nuthin." 

"Nothing?" Miley's brow rose, "That's not what it looks like to me." 

Gwen looked to the jar and then back to her mother, "Can I have a cookie?" 

"Of course not. You know the rules, no sweets before bed; it's not good for you." Miley hoisted Gwen up by her armpits and set her down on the floor. 

"But mommy, I'm hungry!" 

"How about I slice up an apple for you?" 

Gwen stuck her tongue out and shook her head. 

"Do want some banana?" 

Gwen seemed adamant, "No, I wanna cookie." 

Miley knelt to fold the illegally obtained stool and replace it next to the fridge, "Then you can't be that hungry." She patted Gwen's rump, "Now go get your pee-jays on. It's time to get ready for bed." 

"Can I play Cap'n Darkness before bed?" 

"No more PlayStation, tonight. C'mon, sweetheart... chop-chop!" Miley clapped her hands together, "Daddy'll be there in a few minutes to read to you." 

"Okay," Gwen relented before dashing off. 

"Don't forget to brush your teeth!" Miley called after her. 

Charlie appeared from the opposite direction that Gwen vanished towards. "There's no way," he was saying to a cell phone, "I'm not leaving Marvel to write for DC, even if they are offering me Superman." He absently reached into the open cookie jar but had his hand slapped away by his wife. 

"No sweets before bed," Miley chastised him, putting the lid back on the jar and lifting it towards a higher cupboard. 

"No, I don't care about Batman either," Charlie sighed at his phone, "Sam, I'm the monthly writer on Captain Darkness as well as Amazing Spider-Man. Those are the books I've dreamed of writing since I was a kid. There's nothing DC can offer me that will lure me away. Yeah. Yeah. Okay... yeah. All right, I'll talk to you tomorrow." 

"How's Sam?" Miley asked, wiping the kitchen counter as Charlie hung up. 

"She's fine," Charlie set his phone down, "She thinks I should take on another monthly book. I swear, living in New York City has put the zap on her head if she thinks I have the time to take on another comic." 

"Sam and her husband don't have any kids," Miley reminded him, "They're more career-focused, him at HBO and her with her rep agency. They don't understand how much time you give your family." 

"Brian and I haven't even finished scripting season three of Captain Darkness yet," Charlie further complained, "Does she think I don't need sleep?" 

Miley placed a hand on Charlie's chest, "Quit stressing and go read to your daughter while I finish cleaning up. But no more Spider-Man; I swear that kid thinks she can stick to walls the way she climbs all over this house." 

"All right," Charlie grinned, kissing the top of Miley's head before wandering towards his daughter's room. 

He found Gwen lying on her stomach in the middle of her bedroom floor, working on a coloring book with Crayons scattered all around her. "What are you doing?" 

"Colorin," she looked up at him. 

"Coloring?" Charlie feigned shock, "But it's bedtime!" 

"I wuz waitin' for you, daddy!" 

"Did you brush your teeth?" 

Gwen bobbed her head in an affirmative. 

"Let's see," Charlie crouched beside her. 

Gwen proudly opened her mouth wide. 

Charlie leaned in real close before widening his eyes, "Holy cow, what's that?" 

Gwen gave him a quizzical look but continued to hold her mouth open. 

Reaching between her lips Charlie snatched the tip of her tongue between two fingers, "There's a big worm in here!" 

Gwen giggled loudly. 

"Let me see if I can get it out of there," Charlie tugged playfully. "Uh-oh, it seems stuck!" 

"Thas mah tugue..." 

"What?" Charlie kept hold of her wriggling tongue, "I can't understand you with this big worm in your mouth..." 

"Thas mah togue!" she continued to giggle. 

Charlie finally let go, "Oh, that's your tongue? It looks like a big worm." 

"No it don't," Gwen grinned broadly, "You're so silly, Daddy." 

"Yeah, that's what your mom says, too." Charlie scooped his daughter up and carried her towards the bed, "What should we read tonight?" 

Ten minutes later, once finished with her cleaning, Miley arrived and leaned on the door jamb to Gwendolyn's room. She smiled warmly at the vision of her daughter curled up next to Charlie in bed as he read a comic book to her. Gwen kept interrupting him and asking what different words meant. "Daddy, what's 'invulnabilty' mean?" she would wonder and Charlie would patiently pause to explain the words to her every time. It warmed her heart so much that Miley didn't know whether to laugh or cry. 

When she was obviously growing drowsy, Charlie closed the comic book and told Gwen they'd finish the next night and kissed her on the forehead. 

Miley approached and kissed her as well, "Good night, sweetheart. I love you." 

"I love you too, Mommy," Gwen murmured as Miley tucked her in. 

Switching off the lights and leaving the door cracked open, Charlie and Miley retired to their own bedroom down the hall. 

"Are you okay?" Charlie worried, seeing a hint of moisture gathering at the bottom of Miley's eyes. 

Miley bit her lip and nodded with a smile. 

"Then why do you look like you're crying?" 

"Because, silly, I am." Miley wiped at her cheek, "I just love her so much, you know? And you're so good with her; I sometimes wonder if I'm half the parent you are." 

Charlie chuckled at her insecurities and wrapped Miley in his arms, "Are you kidding me? You're the most incredible mother in history. Gwen worships you; she acts like you; she talks like you; she always wants to dress like you. Miley, you're our daughter's hero." 

Clutching her husband, Miley sniffled happily against his chest, "I know, I'm just so proud of how good a father you are. I love you, Charlie." 

"I love you too," Charlie kissed her. 

The exchange between their mouths rapidly intensified. After nearly five years of marriage their libidos and attraction for one another had held strong. Miley in specific seemed to want sex more than ever and she began unbuttoning Charlie's jeans as they kissed. 

"Let me relieve some of that stress, baby," Miley murmured against his lips, her hand slipping beneath Charlie's pants to close around the shaft of his cock. 

"Hell yeah," Charlie whispered eagerly between more kissing, "I've wanted to make love to you all day." 

Miley gave him a flattered smile, "Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah, you've been prancing around in that sexy sundress, driving me nuts." 

Charlie worked from home, in the house he and Miley purchased a year after their daughter was born. It was in the suburbs of Tallahassee, only a few short miles from where they grew up and where Charlie's parents still lived. It was a modest but sizable four-bedroom home, with one of the bedrooms converted into an office for Charlie to write, and a large yard for Gwen to play in. Miley stayed home as well, happily assuming her role as a housewife and providing a strong maternal influence for Gwen.  

Miley reached to her back and unzipped the dress while Charlie pulled the thin straps off her shoulders. It fell to the carpeted floor of their bedroom, revealing Miley's excruciatingly sexy body clad only in a pair of thong panties. Her perfectly petite frame was bronzed from head to toe in a natural tan, though bikini lines kept the skin of her plump C-cup breasts milky white. Dark curly ringlets framed her twenty-five year-old face which was as beautiful as ever. A small patch of barely visible stretch marks on the lowest portion of her tummy remained from the pregnancy with Gwen, which Charlie proudly referred to as Miley's 'mommy scars'. 

She tugged his tee shirt off after Charlie laid her back on their bed, curling a hand around the back of his head as he began kissing her neck. "Do you want to feed from me before we make love," Miley asked in a warm tone, "...or after?" 

Charlie drew back to slide Miley's panties off her legs. "Before," he decided, staring at her breasts and the way they hung toward the sides of her sternum. 

Miley nodded and opened her arms to him, letting Charlie lie between her legs, hugging his slender frame as he took one of her breasts. Miley's fingers slid through his hair and she caressed the back of his head as Charlie began suckling on her engorged nipple. "That's it, baby," she encouraged him lovingly. 

Miley had breastfed her daughter for nearly a year until Gwen began eating solid foods only, but Charlie never stopped and Miley's body continued to produce milk. Every night for four years, before they went to bed, Charlie drank from his wife. It had become a ritual between the two that tied into their lovemaking, which also occurred on a daily basis. Miley loved the fact that she was providing nourishment for her husband and it provided a constant turn-on to have Charlie sucking and licking her breasts every night. 

"Feed from my tits," Miley said, rubbing her ankle between Charlie's thighs and feeling his erection grow against her leg, "Drink mama's milk." 

Charlie suckled until her nipple gave a hairpin stream of milk. He clamped his lips onto her breast and drank, savoring the slightly bitter flavor. He had grown accustomed to its taste even before their daughter was born and often found himself craving it. Charlie associated Miley's milk with sex and it had become an aphrodisiac for him; whenever he fed Charlie would develop an almost instant erection. 

Miley sighed contentedly at the release of pressure that had built up in her breasts. Charlie hadn't fed from her that morning, which he often would do to help stimulate her production. "Baby, you're making me so wet... I love it when you suck on my tits like this." 

When her left breast went dry Charlie switched to the right. "Me too, I'm so fucking hard right now," he whispered before beginning to coax the second nipple. 

Miley kept sliding her ankle against Charlie's erection, "You love Mommy's milk, don't you... you love sucking on mommy's tits every night." 

Charlie nodded and voiced a muffled affirmative as he sucked her milk. His hips began thrusting lightly, dry humping his erection against Miley's leg. 

"Damn, baby. You're big dick is like a rock against my leg. Let me feel it. Let me feel how hard it is before you stick it in me." 

Charlie pulled away from her nipple, which dribbled out a few more drops that slid down the curve of Miley's breast. Licking his lips, he slid his body next to hers so that his bobbing erection was within Miley's reach. She clutched for it, trying to wrap her fingers around its girth. The throbbing shaft felt like steel in her grip; like ten inches of indestructible sex. 

Miley moved her hand to pump him with masturbating strokes. "Are you going to fuck me with this big thing?" she asked in a teasing tone. 

Charlie nodded and kissed at Miley, sucking on her lower lip. 

She smiled and could taste the flavor of her milk on Charlie's lips. Miley kissed him back and tilted her head when Charlie's lips moved towards her neck. "You're such a naughty boy, sticking your gigantic cock into me every night. I bet you want to fuck me really good, don't you? Do you want to feel your cock penetrate my womb, Charlie? Huh? Do you want to fuck me so deep you can feel my cervix?" 

Charlie groaned with desire as he kissed at Miley's neck and nibbled on her earlobe. His cock pulsed in her hand with every word of dirty-talk. "I need to be inside you," he whispered against her ear, "I want to be inside you right now." 

Miley squeezed his shaft tightly, right beneath the head, forcing a dollop of clear pre-cum to ooze from the tip. "Not yet," she said, using a fingertip to gather up Charlie's fluid and lift it to her mouth. She licked his essence and sucked on her own finger, resuming her slow stroking motions. "Such a dirty boy," she teased with a coy grin, "Humping into me, making me take your huge cock. Are you going to cum inside me, too? Huh, Charlie? Are you going to pump me full of all your nasty goo?" 

"Oh god," Charlie moaned and began rolling over, unable to take any more of Miley's teasing, erotic talk, "I fucking need you, right now." 

Miley didn't resist. Her legs parted and her arms curled around Charlie's neck. A whimpering gasp escaped her lips when she felt the presence of his erection push into her sex, a feeling she never grew tired of. Droplets of milk occasionally leaked from her and Miley hefted her breasts to lap at them, stretching her tongue out to lick one nipple and then the other. Charlie's humping pace quickly intensified as he watched Miley clean her own breasts. 

"That's so fucking hot," Charlie gasped, working his cock deeper with every thrust, "Suck on your own tits for me, Miley." 

Eager to please, Miley pushed one of her breasts up and dipped her chin in order to get the nipple between her lips. She sucked and licked on it until her stream began anew and began decorating her mouth, droplets of it falling from the corners of her lips and dribbling down her chin. 

"Oh fuck yeah," Charlie loved it, humping himself into her with a grunt. 

Miley felt him penetrate her depths and gasped at the sensation, letting go of her breast in order to reach out and clutch at the plush comforter beneath her, needing the support of anything to ground her against the immeasurable pleasure. Charlie's hands had slid beneath her and were grasping her ass with kneading fingers, lifting her pelvis onto his crotch in order to achieve maximum penetration. Her spread legs were bent at the knee, her ankles dangling and bobbing at Charlie's sides. 

"Your cock is so fucking big," she moaned, "Fuck, Charlie... oh fuck. Charlie... I can feel you in my tummy, oh my god, fuck me, fuck your big cock into me harder... oh fuck!" 

Miley's fingers squeezed and clawed at the bed covers. Her eyes clenched shut and her jaw fell open. 

"...gonna cum...!" she squeaked, "...make mommy cum..." 

"Cum on my cock," Charlie instructed her, "I want to feel your cunt cumming all over my cock." 

Miley squirmed and writhed at the deep penetrating thrusts, "Oh Jesus, Charlie!" 

With a gasping, labored breath Miley began to orgasm. Her entire body tensed as the waves of pleasure roared through her body, causing her ankles to lock around the small of Charlie's back. One of her arms remained outstretched on the bed, clutching, but the other went to Charlie's smooth chest and her fingers splayed against his skin. 

Charlie was fucking her with such a furious intensity that his cock sprang free from Miley's sheath during the chaos. The hand on his chest immediately dropped and Miley grabbed his shaft, pressing it against her slit to generate friction on the clitoris. 

"Oh god," she moaned, humping herself against the underside of Charlie's cock, right at the base of the shaft above his hanging scrotum, grinding her cunt and extending her orgasmic bliss. 

Charlie kept thrusting too, sliding his cock against Miley's dripping slit. He grabbed at her breasts, squeezing them and kneading his fingers into their milk-soaked skin. 

"Cum on me," Miley whimpered. 

"...so close!" Charlie gasped. 

Miley pumped her fist, masturbating him against her sex, "Cum on me, Charlie. Shoot your filthy goo all over me." 

"Fuck," Charlie grunted, "Oh fuck, Miley... jerk me off. Jerk me off, baby..." 

His cock seemed to inflate in Miley's hand, turning into a rod of granite, just as it always did when Charlie was near orgasm. Miley squeezed her fist as tight as she could near the top of his shaft, halting the flow of semen halfway up. 

"OH GOD," Charlie nearly yelled at the unimaginable pleasure, the boiling heat of his cum filling his cock with pressure. 

Miley held him there, as close to the edge of shooting that Charlie could possibly be. His body shook with a massive spasm and he nearly collapsed on top of her. Unable to contain it, Miley released her grip and let loose an eruption unlike any other. 

Semen flew through the air to land on Miley's face, hot cum splattering across her nose and cheeks. Her fist began stroking him rapidly and ropes of the steaming white fluid ejected over and over, landing across her breasts and tummy. Charlie's hips were bucking uncontrollably into Miley's hand as she jerked him off, coating her naked body with his pleasure. 

"Oh fuck," Miley marveled at it all, "Charlie, you're fucking cumming all over me." 

Charlie bucked and gasped until his semen slowed to a thick ooze dripping from the tip of his cock, falling as clumps into Miley's trimmed patch of pubic hair. She slid her grip up Charlie's shaft, coaxing the last of it out of him and letting it hang from her fingers. 

"God damn," Charlie breathed. 

Miley giggled at the wads of cum stretched across her torso and face, "Look at what you did to me." 

"That was so fucking intense, the way you squeezed my cock like that. It made my orgasm... I don't know how to describe it. It almost burned in me, like a volcano." 

"I read about it in Cosmo," Miley informed him. "There was this article... '14 Ways to Give Your Man a Better Orgasm'... I had already done the other thirteen, so I figured I'd try this one." 

Charlie laughed, "You're so amazing, God I love you." 

Miley grinned, "I know you do, baby. I love you too. Now be a sweetheart and get me something to clean up with?" 

======= 

Sitting at a small round breakfast table on the far side of the kitchen, Gwen was in her pajamas playing with letter blocks. She had successfully spelled her name G-W-E-N and beamed with delight, "Look, mommy!" 

Miley, dressed in a long fluffy robe with her messy waves tied back into a pony tail, was standing by the long kitchen counter near a toaster. She glanced over to the table and smiled, "Did you spell your name, honey?" 

"Daddy showed me how," Gwen informed proudly. She started grabbing more blocks and her cute features narrowed with concentration, "Mommy? How do you spell 'invulnabilty'?" 

"Invulnerability," Miley corrected her pronunciation. Her own face scrunched as she tried to picture the word, "Um... I'm not sure. I had no idea that word even existed until I started dating daddy. It starts with I-N-V..." 

Frozen waffles popping out of the toaster distracted Miley and she plucked them out onto a plate, spreading some peanut butter onto them. 

Gwen stared at her collection of letters, "Which one is vee?" 

"The one that looks like a triangle," Miley said, reaching for a bottle of syrup. 

A voice suddenly called from the front door, "Hey, is anyone home?" 

"In here," Miley called back. 




Charlie & Miley Ch. 06



Brian appeared, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt emblazoned with the Avengers insignia. "Hey beautiful," he smiled. 

Miley grinned at him and leaned into a kiss on her cheek, "Hey, neighbor." 

"Unca Brian!" Gwen beamed. 

"There's my girl," Brian moved from mother to daughter, kissing Gwen on her cheek as well. "What are you doing?" 

"Tryin' to spell 'invulnabilty'," Gwen told him. 

"Whoa, that's a big word for such a small girl." 

"I'm not small," Gwen frowned, "I'm four!" 

"My mistake," Brian sat to help with the letter blocks. 

"Charlie's in the shower but he'll be ready in a bit." Miley delivered Gwen's breakfast to the table, "You want some waffles?" 

"Nah," Brian shook his head, "My gorgeous bride made me some eggs just a few minutes ago. Thanks, though." 

Miley nodded, caressing Brian's shoulder, "She's still coming over to go shopping with Gwen and I, right?" 

"Yeah, she'll be ready in a bit." 

Gwen stabbed at a bite of waffle with her fork, "Mommy are we going to the mall?" 

"Yes, honey. We need to get you some new clothes before you start pre-school." 

Gwen chewed, "Can I get a new toy?" 

"We'll see," Miley smiled at the fact that Gwen already had peanut butter on her chin. 

Brian gave up on trying to spell invulnerability, "You're going to be starting school already?" 

Gwen bobbed her head, taking another bite. 

"I bet you'll be the smartest one there. None of the other kids will even know what invulnerability means. Hell, I'm not sure I even know what it means." 

Miley slapped Brian's shoulder, "Language." 

"It means you can't get an owie," Gwen informed him knowingly. 

Charlie walked into the kitchen pulling a tee shirt over his head; his had the X-Men insignia. He walked to Miley and kissed her on the same cheek Brian did, "Hey guys." 

"Morning, Daddy," Gwen ate. 

"What's up, dude," Brian greeted. 

"Hey, baby," Miley kissed him back, "You want some breakfast?" 

"Nah, I'll eat later," Charlie sat next to Gwen, seeing what she had been trying to spell and finishing her work with the required blocks. 

"Look at you two," Miley smirked at her husband and Brian in their comic book tee-shirts, "Neither of you have changed an ounce since high school." 

Brian cast a concerned looked down at himself, "Do I look like I'm gaining weight?" 

"Relax," Charlie told him, "I think she means our fashion sense. By the way, Sam called last night. HBO says they need the season three scripts by next Friday." 

"We better get to work then," Brian nodded. 

"Go ahead," Miley encouraged them, "I'll bring some sandwiches and sodas up later." 

"You're the best," Brian kissed Miley again as he and Charlie rose to head upstairs to Charlie's office. 

"And us girls better get dressed," Miley told Gwen, wiping her daughter's chin with a paper towel. 

"Mommy? Can Gramma come to the mall with us?" 

"I don't see why not," Miley kissed her forehead, "Do you want to call her after breakfast?" 

Gwen bobbed her head excitedly. 

An hour later, after some turkey sandwiches and Mountain Dews were delivered to the boys, and a call was made to Grandma, mother and daughter walked out of the house together. Miley was dressed in a pink track outfit that seemed a size too small the way it bared the tops of her sexy hips and mid-riff. Gwen was wearing a blue floral sundress with a white ribbon in her hair, the color and waves matching Miley's curly tresses like a mirror image. 

Hand-in-hand they walked towards the house next door, where another twenty-five year-old woman was coming out the front. 

"I'm coming," she called, her voluptuous form six months pregnant and clad in a simple pair of jeans and a stylish blouse. "Sorry I'm running late... I was on the phone with my doctor setting up an appointment for later this week." 

Gwen skipped towards her excitedly. 

Stacy scooped Gwen up into her arms, "Oh my gosh you're such a big girl! Did you grow again last night?" 

Gwen giggled, "I dunno." 

Stacy smooched her and held Gwen on her arm. 

"Hey, Stace," Miley smiled, "You look glowing this morning." 

"I feel like a stuffed pig, I'm getting so fat." 

"You're pregnant," Miley reminded her, "You look beautiful." 

The two women kissed each other's cheeks in greeting, Gwen between them. 

"Who's driving?" Stacy asked. 

"I wanna drive!" Gwen proclaimed. 

"Not until you're thirty," Miley declared, digging in her purse for keys, "We can take my car." 

Stacy carried Gwen towards an SUV parked in Miley's driveway, "What are our husbands up to?" 

"They're supposed to be plotting for the show but when I went upstairs they were in the middle of an argument about who would win in a fight between Iron Man and somebody called Rocket Raccoon." 

Stacy rolled her eyes. 

Miley opened the car door for them, "We need to stop by Charlie's parent's on the way; Gwen invited Olivia to come with." 

======= 

Charlie's upstairs office was a converted bedroom filled with movie and comic book posters, a large computer desk, a couch, two chairs, and a coffee table full of empty soda cans. One entire wall was filled with story boards, featuring Brian's artwork and visualizing the stories they were plotting. As writers and producers of their own television show, Charlie and Brian had spent many long days in the room working together. 

Though, at times they could become distracted. 

"...but he's just a raccoon. No super powers or anything like that." Brian threw his arms up, "There's no way he could defeat Iron Man!" 

"But he's really smart," Charlie argued, "I mean, Rocket is a wiz with technological gizmos and stuff. Don't you think he could come up with a device to disable Iron Man's armor? He's got, like, space tech and stuff." 

"Rocket is smart," Brian conceded, "But do you really think he's smarter than Tony Stark?" 

Charlie considered that, "No, I suppose not." 

"Ha!" Brian grinned in victory. 

"Okay, okay, what about Groot? Groot could totally take out -" 

The doorbell rang, interrupting the argument Charlie was about to make. 

"Who's that?" Brian wondered. 

"I don't know," Charlie rose. 

Brian followed him out of the bedroom to answer the door. "I need a break anyway," he said, even though they hadn't accomplished a thing other than eating Miley's sandwiches and determining Rocket Raccoon could not defeat Iron Man in a fight. 

Charlie opened the door to a portly-looking young man in a beard and an untucked tee-shirt with a jelly stain on it. The source of the stain, a half-eaten donut, was in one hand; a Styrofoam cup of coffee was in the other. 

"Hey guys," Theo greeted jovially. 

"Hey Theo," Brian lifted his chin, "What's up?" 

"Come on in," Charlie invited. 

"Did you guys see last night's episode of Star Trek the Third Generation?" Theo asked as he stepped into the house. 

Charlie shook his head. 

"I did," Brian grinned, "That Klingon invasion was cool." 

"I know," Theo beamed, "Right?" 

"I've never watched that show," Charlie commented, "I just can't buy Christian Slater as a Starfleet Captain." 

"Oh he totally kills it, dude. He's awesome." 

Theo's head bobbed in agreement. 

Charlie shrugged, "I guess I'll always be a Shatner guy." 

"So look," Theo licked his fingers after finishing his donut, "I know you guys are super busy, but I wanted to ask if you'd come to the Magic: the Gathering tournament we're having at the House of Spandex on Saturday night. If people knew either of you were going to be there we'd have a packed house." 

"Can I bring Gwen?" Charlie wondered. 

"Sure, man, it's a family-friendly event." 

"I love Magic: the Gathering," Brian agreed. 

"Awesome," Theo gestured, nearly spilling some coffee. 

"Chip won't be there, will he?" Brian asked. Brian and Chip had remained at odds over the years, as Chip had never quite gotten over his infatuation with Stacy - even after she had married Brian. 

"Nah," Theo shook his head, "He's still in rehab." 

"Again?" Charlie sounded surprised. 

"Third time's the charm I guess," Theo sighed. "Well, I gotta get going and open up the comic shop. I'll see you guys Saturday!" 

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Olivia took a moment to sit down on a bench near the young girls department at Macy's. "I think I need a nap," she declared. 

Miley stood a few feet away looking at clothes for Gwen and grinned, "Giving up already?" 

"I don't know how you do it," Olivia marveled, watching her granddaughter scurry around the store with Stacy in tow, "I don't remember Edward or Charlie being such a handful. Where do you get the energy?" 

"I do a lot of cardio," Miley remarked, holding up a little yellow dress, "What do you think of this one?" 

"Oh that's cute," Olivia liked it. 

Miley trusted her mother's opinion and put the dress in her shopping basket. 

"How's your father doing?" Olivia suddenly asked. 

"He's fine," Miley joined her on the bench, setting her basket on the floor next to her feet. "I miss him. Ever since he and Haley moved back to Miami I don't get to see them as much as I'd like, but they come up at least once a month to spoil Gwen rotten." 

"Those two are such an odd pairing," Olivia mused, "I'm surprised they've managed to stay together this long." 

Miley let out a quick laugh, "Tell me about it. They've surprised everyone. I mean, they've split up about a dozen different times but they always seem to gravitate back to one another." 

Olivia asked delicately, "What about Victoria?" 

"She sends a card every year for Gwen's birthday," Miley replied indifferently, "But I haven't seen her since before Gwen was born. It was that day you and I came here, to the mall, remember?" 

"Don't you think Gwen should get to know her other grandmother?" Olivia suggested, "Before it's too late? When Gwen gets older she may resent you for keeping her from Victoria." 

Miley trusted Olivia completely and often relied on her mothers sagely wisdom. She considered Olivia's advice but decided to trust her own judgment when it came to her mother, "It's my job to protect Gwen from the evils of this world." 

Olivia chuckled at Miley's choice of words, "Aren't you being a little over-dramatic? She can't be completely bad, she raised you after all?" 

Miley freely admitted, "I was a spoiled brat before Charlie and I started dating." 

Olivia agreed, "You were... willful. But there was a strength in you, Miley, even as a teenager. I remember you showing up at my door when your mother was trying to keep you and Charlie apart. I saw then that nothing could deter you when your mind was set. I admired that about you. I believe you got that from Victoria." 

"Maybe," Miley remained adamant, "But Victoria has different values. Money and reputation are more important to her than things like love and compassion. She was willing to destroy the love Charlie and I share because he didn't fit within her social ideals. I don't want someone like that having a significant influence on Gwen, I won't. I want Gwen to grow up to be a kind person, like her father and Grandma White." 

Just then, like a ball of limitless energy, Gwen came tearing towards the women. "Mommy!" she squealed excitedly, "Mommy! Look!" She was waving a packaged toy in the air. "Can we get this?" 

Stacy came trotting after looking out of breath. "I'm too pregnant to be chasing after this little girl, can someone else take over?" 

Olivia grinned and scooped Gwen into her lap. 

Miley looked to Gwen's toy and saw a Captain Darkness action figure, "Another Captain Darkness toy? Honey, I just bought you one last week." 

"But this one's for Daddy," Gwen complained, "He doesn't have a Cap'n Darkness toy and I wanna give it to him as a present but I can't because I don't got no money." 

Miley and Stacy both looked as though their hearts melted from Gwen sentiment. 

"You don't have any money," Olivia corrected her granddaughter's grammar, smiling at Miley to let her know she had already succeeded in raising a kind-hearted daughter. 

Gwen nodded in agreement, "I don't have any money." 

"Well," Miley pushed a tear from her eye before opening her purse, "How about I give you some money and you can buy whatever you want with it? You can give it to the cashier and everything." 

Gwen squirmed out of her grandmother's lap, "Really? Then I can be just like you, mommy." 

Stacy stifled a laugh by covering her mouth, "Yeah, she's been good at giving cashiers money since we were about twelve." 

======= 

"... and then he can be fingering her and sucking on her tits when Captain Darkness bursts through the door." 

Charlie offered Brian a dubious look, "I don't know man, that's pretty pornographic." 

"It's not porn," Brian argued, "It's HBO." 

Charlie thought back to some of the other shows and the graphic content he had seen on the network, "Yeah I guess you're right. Besides, Miley keeps telling me the show needs more sex. I'll fit into my re-write of episode ten's script. Can you storyboard it?" 

"Yeah I should have time tomorrow. I love drawing naked chicks." 

Charlie grinned. 

Brian glanced at the face of his cell phone which displayed a clock, "Speaking of time, I better go. The girls will be back any minute and I promised Stace I'd make dinner tonight." 

"Yeah, all right, brother," Charlie rose so the two could man-clasp, "I guess I'll see you Saturday night at the comic shop." 

After Brian left Charlie returned to typing out a script at his computer, but he quickly noticed the silence. He had grown accustomed to being surrounded by family at all times, which included Brian and Stacy. He smiled, reflecting on what he once was - the hopeless high school geek who wondered if he'd ever have a girlfriend. But Charlie had married to the most beautiful girl from school, he had a daughter that was the light of his life, and he was a millionaire doing a job he had always dreamed of. 

The drama of his teen years were long gone. He no longer worried about bullies like Brock, or crazy psychos like Darla. He didn't stress out about his parents (or hers!) catching him and Miley having sex. Miley was completely devoted to him and she no longer needed to make him jealous by dating guys like Adrian or Brett. Stacy and Brian were happily married, expecting a child, and no longer broke up every two weeks. Charlie didn't miss any of it. He was happy. 

And then the silence was broken by the adoring voice of a four-year old girl who loved her father, "Daddy! Daddy! We're home! Come look at what I got you!" 

Charlie smiled, saved the document he was working on, and rose to meet the rest of his perfect life. 

======= Epilogue ======= 

Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, Miley pulled a brush through her dark curls. Gwen was beside her, kneeling on the sink counter, mirroring Miley's every move with a small brush of her own. 

"Mommy?" the four year-old asked. 

"Yes, sweetheart?" 

"How did you and daddy meet?" 

"Um," Miley blinked, recalling events that took place in a high school bathroom, "We went to school together." 

"Was I there?" Gwen wondered. 

Miley smiled, "No, you came along later." 

"Where was I?" Gwen seemed confused. 

"You weren't born yet. You didn't start growing inside me until we were all done with school." 

Gwen seemed astonished, "I grew inside you?" 

"Yep, right after Daddy put you in me. I looked like Aunt Stacy, with a big round tummy cause you were crawling around in there." 

Gwen beamed a grin, "Daddy put me inside you?" 

"Mm-hmm," Miley set her brush down and reached for some moisturizer to rub into her cheeks. Of course, Gwen wanted some too and Miley squirted a little into her palm. "That's why I'm always going to love your father, forever and ever, because he gave me you - and I love you more than anything else in the world." 

"Daddy sure is nice," Gwen remarked. 

Miley laughed, "He sure is." 

"I hope Aunt Stacy and Unca Brian have a boy." 

"Why is that, honey?" 

"So I can get married and have babies too," Gwen reasoned. 

All of Miley's teenaged sexual adventures suddenly flashed before her eyes, "Forget it, young lady. You can't date any boys until you're thirty."