Disclaimer: Don't own Camp Rock or anybody famous mentioned in this fic or any places you might know.

A/N: Hey! So this is the 3rd in trilogy that started with 'Senior Year' hope you's like it.

Flashback

I opened my eyes slowly, afraid that I was about to wake up from the best dream ever. I wanted to savour every picture in my mind of the beautiful wedding, my beautiful wedding.

My stomach growled, human needs were a pain sometimes, I let one eye open and I knew immediately two things; first I wasn't in my room this room was too extravagant to be my small room, the large canopy bed I was on now wouldn't even be able to fit in my room. Secondly I wasn't alone, I knew this because someone else's breathing was making my head rise and fall as it rested on their chest and the mirror on the wall opposite the bed showed me there was another pair of feet.

"Hungry?" A groggy voice asked, but even covered in sleep I knew instantly who the voice belonged to.

"Shane?" I asked tilting my head slightly to make sure it was him.

"Yes, Mrs Grey?" He smiled giving me a tight squeeze with the arm that was around me.

A sense of relief washed through me, my wedding wasn't a dream which then meant the jet ride yesterday wasn't a dream I was actually on my honeymoon and last night was just as magical as I thought it was going to be.

"Mitch?" Shane smiled giving me a small nudge. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, I'm just really...happy." I sighed blissfully before curling myself into him more.

"Me too." He sighed as he stroked my hair.

We stayed like that for a while, him stroking my hair as I followed the plains of the muscles on his chest with my fingers smiling every now and again as he shivered under my touch. Then my stomach ruined the moment again.

"I'll go get you something to eat." He said sitting up slowly.

I pouted like a five year old as he pulled on his robe, when he turned around he laughed at my expression.

"What? Do you want to starve?" He smiled as he smoothed out my lips.

"Yes." I said as I pulled him onto the bed beside me again. "If it means you don't have to move out of this bed and away from me."

"I'll not be gone long, promise." He smiled before kissing me gently before getting up and disappearing into the main area of the villa.

I sighed slightly before bunching the silk sheets around me and making my way towards the sliding doors and stepping out onto the balcony, that overlooked the stretch of private beach and the lagoon.

I smiled happily I wanted to stay here forever just Shane and me and maybe...

"What are you thinking about?" Shane asked as he slipped his arms around my waist.

"Just how I want to stay here forever." I smiled lopsidedly trying to keep the other part to myself I was never the best liar.

"That's not all you were thinking bout." He smiled. "Tell me please."

"Babies." I whispered scared to look him.

"A family?" He asked for clarification.

I nodded still keeping my eyes away from him.

"I like that idea." He smiled as he used his finger and thumb to lift my chin up so I was looking at him.

"Really?" I asked a little shocked, we had never talked about starting a family so the turn this conversation took surprised me a lot, most men even married men usually ran at the thought of babies.

"Of course." He smiled. "In a few years when everything settles down, we can have as many kids as you want."

A few years. My heart stopped for a split second.

"A few years?" I asked confusedly, before he seemed so excited how could he want to wait years?

"Yeah, when the band isn't as popular and you're ready to give your career a break, wait do you think you might need longer?"

Longer? Right now that word was like blasphemy to me. "No I don't need longer." I almost shouted. "My career will always be there, it can wait, I want a family now." For a split second I wondered if I sounded as desperate as I thought I did but then again I didn't care.

"Now?" Shane asked rhetorically, I couldn't even read his face as he absorbed my words his expression was blank. "Mitchie, we can't have a family right away, we just got married, everything is still up in the air we need to let everything settle before we consider having a family."

His tone was so final, that I knew there was no point on continuing this conversation unless I wanted an argument but that would have only spoiled our honeymoon so like the peace maker or coward I am I said. "You're right I'm probably just getting caught up in the honeymoon feeling."

He smiled slightly as he held me closer for a couple of seconds before pulling away, "Your fruit salad's on the bedside table."

End of Flashback

I winced at the memory as I picked the white stick up off the marble sink in our ensuite bathroom.

My mind was split in two, one side longed for the little pink plus sign but the other side was stuck on the flashback of Shane and I's only conversation about starting a family that didn't end in an argument.

I turned the stick around in my hand and there it was the little sign that was going to change my life...our lives.