* 6 Months Later*

    “I wanna see my grandbaby!” Lynn said, coming into the hotel room.
    “Lynn!” Miley said, surprised. “If you’re here, who’s watching the guys?”
    “Calm down Mrs. Manager. Too much stress can’t be good for the new mom.” Lynn replied “Lily is with them, as is Diane Bass.”
    Miley let out a sigh. “I know, but it’s just amazing. They are here in Europe, they have a CD, they are on tour. Lynn, they’re rock stars.” Miley said, as Lynn came over to sit by Miley and the baby boy on the hotel bed.
    “They are defiantly enjoying the ride, however long it takes them. Though, I think Justin wishes he had more time to spend with you and Noah.” Lynn said, looking at the blond baby asleep by where Miley was relaxing on the bed.
    “Just wait till after Europe. We’ll be back home.” Miley said, looking at her son.
    One month ago, in a European hospital, Miley had given birth to Noah Scott Timberlake. Justin had actually been at the hospital and was swearing that he wasn’t leaving until his son was born. The only down side was he had a concert that night and might miss it. Luckily, about an hour later, Noah was born and Justin made it to the concert.
    “But they’ll be working on taking over the States at that point. You and Lily will be back at the office of Daffodil Entertainment and you will see your husband long enough to kiss each other good night.” Lynn said, speaking of Miley and Lily’s management company. They currently were handling *NSYNC, along with Lynn and Diane’s help and the help of a management company the record company had set them up with.
    “But we’ll be on a tour bus, and we will always be there at the end of each concert.” Miley said. “We’ll make it work, just like we always have.”
    “Aren’t you glad you didn’t sign those papers?” Lynn asked, causing Miley to smile.
    “I still have your pen.” Miley replied.
    “Keep it. I got something better in return.” Lynn said.
    “I know. An adorable grandson who looks so much like his daddy.” Miley said, as Lynn smiled.
    “Not fully.” Lynn said. “I got my daughter back.”
    “And this time, there is nothing going to tear me away.” Miley said, as the hotel door opened.
    Justin walked in and flopped into a chair in the room. Lynn and Miley exchanged a look. “Except for maybe that smell.” Miley joked.
    “I’ll go take shower.” Justin said, sounding tired. He started to head off for the bathroom, as Noah squirmed a little and then opened up his blue eyes.
    Justin was on the bed with the baby in his arms in a split second. “Hey there Mini-Me.” Justin said, looking at the baby and smiling.
    Miley smiled, looking at the scene in front of her. In her heart, she knew whatever happened during the States tour, the Timberlake family would be able to handle it. They had been through so much already, been through so many rain storms…
    As she thought that, she heard a storm start thundering in the distance. Miley turned, noticing that Lynn had left and Justin was now sitting in Lynn’s spot. The small one month old was still in his arms.
    “You still scared of storms?” Justin asked, watching Miley’s shoulders tense with the sound of thunder.
    “Somewhat.” Miley replied. She looked from Justin’s blue eyes to Noah’s blue eyes and then back to Justin’s. “But, this wise ten year old once told me that there was no reason to be afraid of storms once I had kissed the rain.”
    “Have you lately? Have you kiss the rain/” Justin asked.
    “Not lately. But anytime I miss my husband, I will. Or, I’ll listen to that song.’ Miley answered.
    “Kiss the rain, whenever you need me. Kiss the rain, whenever I’m gone too long.” Justin softly sang.
    Miley placed a soft kiss on Noah’s forehead and then took him out of Justin’s arms. She placed him in the crib in the room, as the baby fell asleep again.
    She sat back down onto the bed, watching the rain start to fall. She smiled and then turned to Justin. “You wanna kiss the rain?” She suggested.
    “Nah.” He said, smiling. “I’d rather kiss you.”
    Yeah, whatever happened when they returned to the States, they could handle it.






 

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