I decided to take on a challenge by Silver Aurora. The prompt was "Shane and Mitchie have a daughter and Mitchie dies", well part of it. This fic was inspired by letters which my mom wrote to me on my birthday every year and still does. I cherish those letters and I thought it would be nice to use the concept of it here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.

Baby Girl,

I am sitting here writing a letter to you which you will be able to read the day you turn twenty-two. I am going to write a letter for every birthday baby, it was your mother's idea and one of her last wishes and so I am fulfilling it. I've been sitting here for the past half and hour staring at the paper. Because in actuality I was never any good at writing down my feelings, that was your mother's area of expertise. But as the tears begin to roll down my face, strangely the words begin to flow too.

I and your mother waited nine months to hold you in our arms. Nine difficult months. Your mother stayed in bed for most of those months afraid of harming you in anyway possible. You kicked and moved a lot you know, and you also gave her this craving for pickles and bacon which to this day I do not understand.

But your mother underwent it all just to hold you in her arms. I grieve over the fact that your mother might never be able to hold you but at least I can rest knowing she got to hold you once before she died.

The first time I held you in my arms, I felt so scared. I thought I would drop you or simply not know what to do. You were so fragile, tiny precious and you looked so helpless. But at the same time, it was the most joyous feeling in the world holding my own flesh and blood in my arms. I was always scared that I would never be a good father; I was never exactly a good brother. Your mom always had faith in me though. And when you came into this world, I knew I would be the best father I could and reaffirm your mother's faith in me.

You'll grow up never knowing your mother, baby. And that really breaks my heart because I know you would have loved your mother, everyone did. And she would have loved you too, more than she loved me. I wouldn't have minded though. Your mother, baby girl, was called Mitchie, short for Michaela and I thought she was the reason the sun shone and world revolved on it's axis. I still do and always will, except now you also are the reason. She was my everything and so are you baby girl, from the time I held your little body in my arms.

The pain of her loss is only eased by your presence because she left a part of herself in you. When I look at you baby, I see Mitchie in you and that gladdens my heavy heart.

Your mother may not be here physically but she is here in you. In essence and in spirit. And that makes me cherish you all the more baby. I want to hold you close and sing you to sleep. I want to wipe away tears and kiss away boo-boos. I want to teach you how to drive (even though I will groan about how I don't want you to drive) I want to drive away any boy that will come near you baby because remember baby, boys are never up to any good.

I want to do everything a father can and most of all I am waiting for anticipation with the day when I will hear you say Daddy. I know it will be the sweetest sound I have ever heard.

I simply want to see my baby grow up into a beautiful person, just like her mother.

Do you know, baby girl, you look exactly like your mother. You have her big brown eyes and her sweet little nose. I can't tell you if your hair will also be like hers, soft, silky, straight and brown. There is only soft fuzz on your head but I am sure you will have hair like hers.

Your uncle Jason is holding you right now and your Auntie Tess is wiping away tears which she thinks nobody can see. These two people are going to play a very important part in your life, Uncle Jason is determined to be the best uncle and the most fun he can and your aunt is determined to dress you because she says I can't even dress myself let alone you (don't worry baby, I can dress myself and I can learn to dress you). And they love you to pieces or as your aunt says more than any other designer.

Your aunt Caitlyn is cooing over you too. I know she will stop your Auntie Tess from going overboard on dressing you. She was your mother's best friend and is your other godmother. Your Uncle Nate is the one who will help you with your math and balance out all the fun.

And me baby girl, I'll be there to love you and to hold you, forever.

Do you know baby, your aunties have already made themselves your mothers. You'll have two mothers growing up and three dads too. Because Uncle Jason and Nate have already made themselves your fathers. That is why your mother went so peacefully baby girl because she knew she was leaving you in good hands.

I've shed so many tears today baby, grief and happiness make for such painful intermingling, the tears are dripping down on the sheet and causing the ink to run but I can't help it because they just won't stop. I just wanted all of us to be one big happy family but I know we'll always be happy family because your mother is watching us from above.

Just know Michaela Caitlyn Theresa Gray, I'll love you no matter what. My baby girl you'll always be.

Love Always,

Daddy.

The challenge was also to take a clichéd plot line and make it not cliché. So I hope this is innovative enough. Reviews would be lovely as this is the first time I am doing a multi – chapter fic from Shane's perspective. :)