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And this is now officially a THREE-SHOT!!

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Mitchie put the rest of her strength into pulling herself up and walking completely out of the door and outside into the crisp air. She sniffed the air, she could smell the frost in the air... perhaps snow was in the forecast. She didn't know, but she certainly felt the nip in the air. She shivered slightly and looked back at the house longingly. She wished to go back in and snuggle into Shane's chest, but who was she kidding? Like that would happen. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she jumped slightly in surprise. She pulled it out and checked the caller ID. It was Shane, already. She shook her head, she couldn't do this yet... just not yet. Even though she felt a smile playing on her lips, he seemed to be getting back to his old self, she fought it away. He's just gonna leave for California and change over and over again.

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Shane sat on their... no his bed, sadly thinking about the things he had done wrong. No wander she didn't stay, or answer his phone calls. There were so many things he did, he couldn't even remember them all. He definitely remembered most of them though, it was something that was embedded in his brain that played over and over, he wishes it would go away, but It won't though, he stared at the wooden table across the room his lucky pencil sitting on top of a tablet, he slowly remembered more and more...

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"Hey baby, what are you writing?" Mitchie asked her husband rubbing his shoulders from behind. He turned around quickly, glaring at Mitchie.

"I'm working here Mitchie." He snapped loudly. Mitchie's eyes widened with surprise.

"Okay, I'm sorry Shane... I just, never mind." She stuttered under his glare. "Good luck."

"OKAY!! Just get out!" He screamed loudly tapping his pencil loudly on the wooden table. His anger wavered a little as he caught a glimpse of the pain in Mitchie's eyes as she quickly walked out the door. He shook it off and continued writing his newest hit... Which would, in a few weeks, become the number one hit in the country.

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Shane sighed, running a hand through his sloppy hair. He didn't even bother fixing it, or putting any more hair product in it. He could care less about his hair and he knew if Mitchie was there to witness this a playful gasp would escape her cherry colored lips. She always used to tease him about his hair fetish. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands rubbing away the excess tears. He yawned silently getting out of the bed and moving in to the smaller yellow room. He laid on the bed and stared at the walls. A baby. He was in panic, Mitchie needed him more than ever right now. He couldn't stop worrying about Mitchie. Mitchie was making him a dad, they always dreamed of it and what it would be like. He always dreamed of the happiness they would feel when they found out, but quite the contrary, Mitchie was so fearful. Fear would be a normal reaction, Shane knew, but Mitchie wasn't afraid of being a mother. Shane knew she was fearful of Him, of her own husband. She was fearful of him hurting her when he found out. Him, Shane Gray, The person who she always came to with trouble or problems without hesitation or fear. The person who always used to cradle her to get her fear and tears to subside is the very person causing the tears.

Of all the times he dreamt of their child, he never dreamed it would be like this. Him finding out through a letter. A letter that reeked with fear and anxiousness. Him knowing it won't be a normal family that he always dreamed of. Him knowing that Mitchie was without his support, she was scared and alone in this newly found parenthood. He was also alone in this, but he didn't have to live with the newness as she did. He stared at the yellow walls and a tiny bear setting silently in the bed that they stored in the room. He remembered the many times they would talk about their first child together and how happy those conversations would make them...

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"Mitchie?" He whispered in her ear as they cuddled on the couch watching some Chick Flick that Shane had put on... he knew Mitchie wanted to watch it so he would brave it out for her. Besides, he was satisfied with staring at Mitchie the whole time.

She grinned and turned towards Shane, "Yes Shane?"

"Do you want kids?" He asked bluntly, staring into her eyes deeply with a smile playing on his lips at the thought of having a child with Mitchie.

Her eyes widened in shock. They hadn't really talked much about this before and she wasn't sure what Shane would want, "Wow."

"Did I say something wrong?" Shane asked nervously.

"No, Shane not at all..." She grinned widely and Shane had to smile at her happy expression. "It just caught me off guard, thats all. Do you want kids?"

"Yeah, I really do." He said with a smile. She giggled happily.

"Me too." He pulled his face down and connected their lips in a quick kiss.

"When we have kids I'm going to spoil them like you wouldn't believe." He said with a chuckle.

Mitchie giggled, "I can see it now...our kid is gonna be the one child who actually gets the pony they want when their five."

Shane chuckled, "Probably."

"Girl or boy?" She asked suddenly. They both escaped into their own world, imagining their first child.

"As long as its healthy I don't care. A son would mean he could be daddy's little boy, I could teach him sports and everything."

"Hey, lets not be sexist, you can teach girls sports too." She joked.

"You know what I mean..." He laughed. "Anyway... A daughter would mean that every time I look at her beautiful face I'll see you and smile to myself."

"I love you Shane."

"I love you too, more than life itself..." He kissed her passionately.

The next day, while Mitchie was out, Shane went out to the mall and found himself buying a small, green teddy bear. He stuck it in the spare bedroom. It's the first thing ever bought for their first child and for that Mitchie was almost in tears of joy.

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Shane picked up the phone and called her yet again. The separation was making him nervous and she still wasn't answering her phone...

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Why won't the calls stop Mitchie thought angrily, she was driving on her way to her parents household. She had only driven for about 5 minutes but every second dragged on as she drove further and further away from her home... her love. Her parents house is about a half hour drive and she was so tired, mentally and physically. She hasn't slept great in a while, and all she wanted to do was close her heavy eyes. She felt her phone vibrate yet another time and she sleepily answered.

"Hello?" She groaned tiredly into the phone, forgetting how she didn't want to talk to Shane for a moment.

"Oh thank god, Mitchie!" His relief filled voice filled her ear like a medicine. She was gone for 20 minutes and she missed him so dearly and her feeling was indeed mutual, unbeknownst to her.

"Hello Shane." She said putting on a cold voice even though Shane's voice made her feel 100 times warmer as it always did. Shane cringed at the ice in her tone.

"I love you so much, Mitchie." He murmured, "Please come back, please. I am so happy about your news, Mitchie I am. Just come back." He pleaded with her, and she wavered slightly, about to cave in.

"Shane, no. What happens when you go to California, huh? What happens when I'm stuck here, fending for myself and the baby. Most of all, what happens when you come back a changed man again, just like before handle showing me the time of day. Do you even remember the time you pushed me against a wall, or yelling in my face all the time. It causes me stress and I just want the baby to be safe, you have to understand that." Mitchie finished with a large sigh wanting nothing but to fall into his welcoming arms. Shane was on the other line his eyes wide. He forgot. About California, about his music, about him hurting Mitchie physically and mentally, about everything. Everything, but getting Mitchie back. Could he just not go to california?

"Um..." Shane was at a loss for words. Should he go to California? What about the baby? Oh god, he suddenly felt ill. "Oh god, I can't hear you. Can I call you back, The line is breaking up?"

"I'm pretty sure thats just us, Shane." She murmured into the phone, new tears formed in her tired eyes, and spilled over, cascading down her pale cheeks "Just have fun in California Shane."

She hung up and Shane was left standing against the wall with the phone still put to his ear, the only sound coming from it a loud hum. He hung up and let go of the phone, it crashed on the hardwood floor, the back piece breaking off and shattering on the ground. He slid slowly down the wall, sitting on the dirty floor staring into space. 'Breaking up?' He thought painfully.

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Mitchie yawned softly as the traffic got more heavy, at this rate she would never get to her parents house. She had only been driving for about 10 minutes, but Her eyes were tired from the constant tears and all she wanted to do was go back home. A hard burning ripped through her side and she winced in pain and groaned. Tears brimmed her eyes and fear engulfed her. What was going on? She Quickly pulled over the car, her surroundings not registering in her mind as she sobbed from the pain. She contemplated what she should do. In panic she glanced out the window of the car. She was at a diner about 10 minutes away from their house. She pulled out her phone, cringing. She dialed the person who she needed help from. She wanted to talk to nobody else but him. He could calm her down. He could help her.

The phone rang and rang and nobody picked up. It was like he didn't care. Then again, he probably didn't care.

She whimpered softy, letting out a heart broken sob. She left a message, hung up, and dialed another number, her vision blurring slightly.

"Mitchie?"

"Caitlyn!" She gasped. Her breathing was irregular, coming out in short gasps. "Help."

"Oh my god Mitchie. Where are you? What's wrong?" Caitlyn asked nervously. Mitchie heard keys jingling and she knew Caitlyn was running to her car, already on her way.

"I'm at t-the 4th street diner-- in town. J-Just come q-quick." Mitchie pleaded.

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'Fuck her. Fuck her for leaving me. Fuck her for saying we're breaking up. Fuck her for making me love her.' Shane thought in turmoil. His mind was running a mile a minute.

'Fuck me. Fuck me for making her leave. Fuck me for letting her break up with me. Fuck me for not picking up her last call.' Shane thought next. He shouldn't be mad at her, and he knew he never really was mad at her. He was mad at himself. He was an ass hole. His phone vibrated in his pocket for the fourth time and he glanced at it in frustration.

"Hello?" Shane grunted into the phone.

"Shane... Get your ass down to the hospital." Nate's scared voice entered Shane's brain.

As the words sunk in, fear planted itself in him, his voice shook as he croaked a confused, "W-what?"

"Mitchie's in the hospital, Shane. We don't know what's going on." Shane froze, his body went rigid. "Please just get down here. Shane, she needs you and--"

Shane hung up quickly, his body shaking in terror. This couldn't happen. No, no, no. He dashed to the door and into his car. He sped away quickly towards the hospital. Tears fell down his cheeks. He didn't care if he looked stupid, because no matter how hard he tried to blink the tears away, they fell any way. They were tears of fear, tears of remorse, and tears of pain. He pulled out his phone and listened to his voice mail.

"S-Shane. Please h-help me. I-I don't know w-whats going on." She whimpered in pain and dread into the phone. "It h-hurts, Shane. I'm so s-scared."

"FUCK." He cried out, slamming his fist against the dashboard. "God dammit."

He peeled into the large hospital parking lot and ran out of his car, not even bothering to lock the door. He sprinted to the doors and ran up to the nearest counter.

"Mitchie Gray." He growled at the young women sitting by the desk. She looked up, fear in her eyes at the angriness in his tone. She knew Shane Gray, the superstar was in front of her, but she decided against screaming or asking for an autograph. She began typing into her computer quickly to find who he was looking for.

"She's on this floor, room 628." The girl explained, but as he was about to sprint away she stopped him. "But I'm afraid you can't go in yet. The waiting room is to your left and I believe there are other people there for her, so wait for them."

"Shit." He grunted sprinting in the direction of the waiting room. "Thanks."

"Shane!" Cailyn yelled, running to give Shane a comforting hug. Caitlyn's tears spilled over and Shane couldn't help it, when his eyes widened. Caitlyn never cries. "Thank you for coming, she wanted you here."

"Of course I came," He said looking at Caitlyn as if she was insane.

Caitlyn sighed, "She thought you wouldn't come. She told me not to call you."

Shane balled up his hand in a fist and squeezed his eyes shut, "Of course I would come." He whispered.

"I'm so sorry man." Nate consoled Shane, patting his on the back and giving him a short hug.

"Do you know what's going on?" He whispered in a pained voice. "I need to know."

"We're not sure Shane. We're so so sorry. She was just driving to her parents house and she had to pull over, she didn't really tell me anything else, she couldn't even get anything out at one point." Caitlyn paused wiping away her tears. "She just looked so scared. She was having pains in her stomach, it seemed like she couldn't even breath, It was so scary. I didn't know what to do."

Shane turned around and sunk down into the seat nearest to the door. He put his head in his hands as his vision blurred. This could not be happening. He was so worried about Mitchie he forgot about the baby. Their baby. Nate and Caitlyn sat next to Shane, all worried and anxious

A nurse entered the waiting room, a clipboard in her hand. "Is anyone here for Mitchie Gray?"

Shane, Nate, and Caitlyn all arose at once their eyes widening in anticipation. "You can see her now, but I think 1-2 at a time would be the best."

"Go Shane." Nate whispered. Shane followed the nurse, his fear swallowing him whole. He entered her hospital room slowly afraid of what would be waiting for his on the other side of the door. He walked all the way in, his eyes on the, white tile floor.

"Shane, is that you?" A raspy, unfamiliar voice echoed through the tiny room. Shane glanced up and his tears fell rapidly upon taken in her broken image. Tubes and machines were connected to her from all odds and ends and she looked like a ghost, her pale face blending into the white sheets. A sheen of sweat beaded on her forehead as she tried to move up the bed slightly to sit up. She groaned in pain as she pulled a wire that was connected to the needle in her arm.

"I love you so much Mitchie. So much." He leaned down and pressed a kiss softly to her head. "I love you." He murmured over and over again.

"I love you too," She said breathily. "Do you know what's going on, Shane. B-because I want t-to know. I'm s-so scared."

"Me too." He cried, hugging her gently as to not pull any wires or hurt her. He took her hand in his and rubbed it gently. He collapsed on her bedside letting his tears fall willingly.