So this is continued on from YMMLY. Reviews are always welcome and I didn't really put a face to Ethan but I was kinda thinking Douglas Booth except older but you can put your own face to his description.

"You may now kiss the bride", the Pastor smiled as Ethan leant down to kiss me. This was the happiest day of my life. My wedding day. Marrying the man of my dreams, the love of my life. I'd waited two years to wear this dress, say vows and become his wife. Two long years to finally build a life with him and begin to start a family.

"Auntie Miley, were you sleeping?", came the little voice of my first god-daughter. Isabella Rose Jonas. The dark-haired little girl with the biggest brown eyes that I've ever saw. A seven year old version of her mother with an attitude to match.

"Almost baby girl", I smile at her. She isn't my niece. I'd love if she was but she wasn't.

Her mother was my best friend since… I was younger than Bella. Demi was like my big sister. We did everything together, we'd been through everything together. School together, college together. We even work together. There are some differences though.

Demi had the perfect life. Huge house, a garden with a white picket fence and a family dog. Not to mention an adoring husband and three beautiful daughters and a fourth on the way. Our lives had changed so much since we were eighteen years old. I had travelled the world, I had been through the biggest break up of my life. We'd been to New York together. I had lived there while Demi and Joe got married, had babies and had a happy ever after.

Meanwhile…

I was stuck in a marriage with a man who worked all the time, a man who spent no time with me at all, a man who didn't pay me attention or even acted like I existed. We'd been married seven years but it felt a whole lot longer. We barely spoke to each other and we lived in a tiny apartment that didn't feel like a home. When I promised to love him forever I wasn't lying but sometimes, it just got so hard. Living in an apartment that I didn't want, I wanted a home. I wanted a place like Demi's, a golden retriever and children playing in the front yard but I had a husband who refused to give me a child. Or children, I'd have as many as I could handle. I love children.

That's basically the reason I became a teacher instead of a fashionista, I was obsessed with fashion as a teenager. I was obsessed with a lot of things when I was a teenager. Like him. But when I was twenty one, I went through a rough patch. I had a huge break up and decided to change my whole life. I changed my outlook on life. I grew up and decided to get a real job and it wasn't easy, the whole 'starting from scratch' thing was difficult but I had Ethan there to support me and make my life a little easier. He was my rock. I knew marriage wasn't easy but I wanted to spend my whole life with him. We've had our problems, like how he works all the time and my endless desire for a baby. He's been putting it off for five years. I'm over thirty years old now, I want a family. Is that too much to ask?

I love teaching. I teach because I love children. I get to teach children new things. Children are amazing, I just wish Ethan would see it like that. For five years I've been asking for a baby. I'm thirty one years old, I only have about another five years of a steady biological clock before my system starts to slow down. I always wanted lots of children. I thought Ethan did too. He'd always said he wanted at least three and here I am, seven years later. Miserable and childless.

It's not like I don't suggest it. It's not like I don't ask my husband if we could start looking at bigger houses in the suburbs where we could bring a child into the world. I do. But all I get is a workaholic looking at his computer or reading the newspaper, not even looking at me as he dismisses it. At the start we talked about it. Then he got a promotion and I had to start sacrificing more than what he ever has.

I'm not a selfish person, I never have been and I do love my husband, but being on the wrong side of thirty and still not having children while all my friends have two and three each is just so frustrating.

Why can't I just have one? All I want is one perfect little child that I can love and nurture and spoil. I don't want people to pity me when I tell them that I never had a child, I want people to smile with me as I tell them how smart my child is or how adorable my child can be but Ethan just won't let me have that. I want to experience pregnancy and childbirth and the sleepless nights, the dirty diapers and the teething. I want all that because I'll also get the first words, the cute little smiles, the unconditional love that I'll feel for that child and the love it would have for me in return. This isn't just me wanting to be loved, I am loved, I have a loving family and great friends but I want a baby that I can love and adore and show off to the world because it's amazing.

"Auntie Miley!", screams Abigail and Kaitlyn, Demi and Joe's twin four year olds. Miniature versions of their mother and their big sister.

"Hey. How was your nap?", I ask and Abby shrugs as Katy smiles brightly at me.

"Okay girls, go watch Dora please, mommy and auntie Miley are gonna talk girl talk and I'll call you for dinner",

"But I'm a girl", Bella states as Demi and I just look at each other with incredulous looks on our faces.

"Big girl talk", Demi smiles and Bella frowns before she and the twins run into the living room.

"Do you have any idea how much I'm jealous of you?", I ask and she looks at me weirdly, slowly eating some grapes as her pregnant belly sat snuggly under her tank top.

"Why?",

"You have like, the best kids ever",

"Ethan still not giving in?", she asks quietly and I shake my head.

Even Demi knows how frustrated I am. She knows that I've longed for a baby, she knew how miserable I was and Ethan didn't. How does that even work? I'm married to the man and he hasn't asked or considered what I'm feeling. He shakes off baby talk like I'm asking him about taxes. I'm miserable. I want a child.

"It's getting to the point now that I just want a baby and I don't even care who the father is. Is that wrong?",

"Morally? yes. But it's just how you feel, you can't help that. Miles, Ethan knew you wanted kids before you guys got married, I'm as frustrated as you are as to why he won't give you a baby",

"I know. But how long am I meant to keep sacrificing my happiness for his job? I've already waited for seven years for a baby and I don't think it's gonna happen soon. It's seven years too long. I think maybe Ethan and I need to see a councillor or someone to advise us on what's best because if I keep being this unhappy, I'm not going to want to be with him",

"If he doesn't make you happy then why are you with him?", she asks while lifting a tub of ice cream

Demi and her cravings. She could eat a horse and still be hungry but whenever she gives birth her figure goes back to what it was before. I bet if I fell pregnant I'd end up looking like a tub of lard afterwards.

"Because I vowed to be his wife. I don't take those vows lightly Demi, you know that. I just want us to be normal and we're not. We're not happily married like you and Joe. We're not living the amazing married life we thought we would", I almost cry into my coffee.

"Maybe it's just a rut", she suggests

"No, it's just me being a walk over and him taking advantage",

"Maybe you should talk to him about it",

"Yeah me too. I don't know what good it will do because I know his answer will be grunt, snort, "NO!", snort, chuckle and grunt. How am I meant to communicate with that?",

"So don't. Just leave. Pack your stuff and move in here",

"No Demi. That's the easy way out and I'd rather work this out with Ethan than just walk away from seven years of marriage".

"Miley, you are miserable, you have to do something. I hate seeing you like this and it's happening more and more often these days",

"I know, I'll talk to him tonight. I will have that argument, I don't care how tired or how annoyed he is. I just hope he doesn't act weird like he has been lately", I groan.

"How so?"

"I don't know, he's really secretive and it feels like he has no time for me",

"So why are you still there?",

"I've told you already!",

"Miley, don't get me wrong, I like Ethan, he's your husband and if you love him that's fine but he's done nothing for two years except make you miserable",

"Sometimes I wonder why I married him so quickly. Five months is not long enough to be engaged. Maybe we shouldn't have rushed like we did",

"Can't change it now", she points out.

"I know",

"Nick would have given you a baby by now", she mumbles thoughtfully

"That's a little inappropriate Demi", I scoff as she looks at me like it just slipped out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, it just slipped. It's true though. Nick wanted a family with you. Nick wanted to give you the world",

"Yeah and where was he when I needed him?",

"He was out trying to make a life for himself Miley. It's not his fault that New York wasn't for him. But he lived there for eight months for you",

"That didn't mean he had to go the whole way to Australia to go to school",

"Well I'm not here to defend him. Australia obviously did something good for him if he's successful",

"No, Nick was always destined to be successful. It's in his blood. How is he?", I ask out of curiosity.

It's been at least two years since I've saw Nick. Last I heard he was living in Barcelona with some supermodel girlfriend and living the millionaire's dream. Apparently art was important to Nick too. I knew this and I knew he was interested in architecture but he's done very well for himself. Turns out, he was so good that Prince William asked him personally to build a house for him and word got out and Nick became popular for billionaires and other businessmen and Nick quickly earned a fortune.

"He's good, he called last week, he's coming home for the summer in a few weeks",

"Still dating that supermodel girl?",

"No, he was never dating her, she was a distraction",

"Distraction? From what?", I ask curiously

"Guess", she frowns and I shrug.

"After Nick heard that you were married, he kinda… maybe, developed a drink problem", she mumbles

"What?",

"You heard me",

"Why didn't you tell me this before?", I ask

"I didn't think you'd want to know. I didn't think he wanted you to know. It was five years ago at least Miley, it's no big deal now", she explains as we hear Joe's car pulling into the driveway.

"Hey Miles, how's the depression?" he asks as he comes through the door.

"You told him?", I ask Demi and she shakes her head.

"Told me what?", asks Joe looking back and forth between Demi and I.

"About my misery", I sulk

"No, you just never have a smile on your face these days. Still no baby?", he asks sympathetically and I shake my head.

"I feel like such a child running to you guys about my problems but you guys are the only people that will listen", I grumble as Joe hugs me gently.

"We're always here when you need us Miles", mumbles Joe and I sulk even more.

"Demi, why did you have to find the perfect man and I ended up with Scrooge?", I joke and she shrugs and looks adoringly at Joe.

"Guess I'm just a lucky girl", she smiles as Joe kisses her forehead.

"Where are my girls?", Joe asks her as she points to the living room and walks in to see his daughters. He's a really good father… and husband, and friend.

"Well I guess I should go. Thank you for listening to me whinge. You're an amazing friend", I smile at Demi as I get up from the breakfast bar and hug her.

She hugs me back and I go and say goodbye to the girls before I get in my car and drive back to my apartment. My empty apartment, Ethan won't be home for another three hours. Twelve hour days at work never leave him in a good mood. I guess when I suggest we talk later that I should tread carefully. He has a very short temper. Only ever with me though. He always gets angry with me. I always stay out of his way when he's like that, after last time I think it's a good idea.

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