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Mitchie read the short list of things a perfect guy would do. (AN: that will be a bonus chapter).

It all reminded her of the best memory she had with Shane.

It was a Friday night and I went for a walk. It was really early in the morning and the cool air felt nice. Thoughts clouded my mind and I started to jog. That jog broke into a run. I was paying attention to where I was going until I bumped into—

"Shane! What are you doing here?"

"Just bumpin' into my girlfriend!" he said, bumping his hip into mine.

I laughed and then continued on mine. My good cheer had disappeared once I remembered why I was out walking in the first place.

"Mitchie! Mitchie! Wait!"

I ignored him and continued my jog. He caught up to me though.

I jogged along the path, still ignoring him. I glanced his way out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at me with full attention.

"Mitchie!"

"Fuck off, Shane!"

His eyes grew wide. I didn't really mean it then and I sure don't now.

"Mitchie," he said, grabbing my arm, making me stop jogging and stand facing him, "I love you."

He leaned in kissed me. I pulled away. I so wasn't in the mood. I pushed him away with all my might and to my surprise he didn't move. He pulled me into a sincere hug. He was starting to piss me off with how sweet he was being. I pulled away. He pulled me back.

We stood there for the longest time. I didn't say anything.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I burst into tears. I was crying for the longest time. I bawled my eyes out while Shane stood there holding me.

I must've looked terrible. I was in an old tanktop, sweatpants with tears running down my cheeks and hair thrown into a messy ponytail.

Despite all that, Shane still asked, "What's bugging my beautiful girlfriend?"

I didn't answer for a while. How could I tell him?

"Hey," he said, tilting my chin up so I was looking at him, "Everything's gonna be okay!"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Yeah. Sure!"

"I'm…upset…because…my m-mom has…cancer."

"Oh…Mitchie! I'm soooooo sorry!" He said, hugging me closer.

"It's o-kay. Just don't tell people, okay?"

"Not a soul." He confirmed.

I hugged him close, "Shane? I'm scared."

"Don't worry, Mitchie. I'll protect you from everything."

"I'm scared for my mom."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to protect her too!"

I smiled so big when he said that. He was so sweet.

I wasn't crying anymore. I was laughing.

When I stopped, I looked up into his eyes. He looked down into mine and we stayed that way for quite some time before my gaze slipped down to his mouth. He caught on and gave me an amazing, passionate kiss.

Mitchie cried both sadly and happily at that memory. It was a cute moment between them but it brought memories of her mother's cancer. It was a horrible case of breast cancer and she had survived. But the memories were of the pain and suffering she went through during it.

Mitchie had her cry and read on, more memories linking onto the chain.

"Hey, grumpy pop star!" I said teasing him.

"Hey annoyingly cheerful pop star's girlfriend." He said quickly and mock-grumpily.

He looked at one another for a second before laughing our heads off.

I stole his hat, putting it on my own head, before closing the door of my house.

He knocked on the door again. I slowly opened it.

"Yes?"

"You can keep my hat for the night."

With that he walked away, leaving me utterly confused and giddy as I closed the door, knowing I'd be keeping an article, even though it's a hat, of Shane Gray's clothing for the night.

Mitchie smiled. That was just a giggly moment. She read on. This brought back one final memory.

We had been married for a few months. It was early in the morning. I woke up with the feeling that something wasn't quiet right.

I sat up in bed for a moment before I ran to the bathroom. A wave of nausea took over.

Shane must've heard me and came to my side.

I'll never forget that night. He stayed by my side until we were both sure I was done puking.

About a month later, after a short tour, I met him at the airport. I had already been crying and when I saw him I cried more. I ran to him, bawling.

"Who's ass am I kicking, baby?" he asked.

I laughed through my tears.

"No one's silly. I miss you and…"

Mitchie was brought back to current time with the gentle sound of the front door closing. Shane was home.

"Hey, baby." He greeted.

"Hey, my pop star." Mitchie greeted back.

"Did you have no lunch yet?"

"No, must have forgotten."

Mitchie was still sitting on the chair. She quickly turned around to close the email window when Shane's arms draped over her shoulders. She looked up at him, smiling.

Shane smiled.

"Let's get you guys fed." He said, addressing Mitchie while putting his hands on her enlarged belly.

"She's been kicking like crazy since you left." Mitchie sighed.

Shane bent down to Mitchie's lower abdomen and talked to it, "You stop kicking Mommy. You'll hurt her."

Mitchie laughed as Shane helped her up and accompanied her to the kitchen.

"So," Shane asked, getting stuff out of the fridge, "What was that thing you were reading before I forced you to feed my baby."

Mitchie smiled, "Just a chain letter."

"Thought you hated those."

"Well, this chain letter brought a chain of memories."

"Well then. Guess you'll have to find another one to read."

Mitchie raised her eyebrows.

"And why's that, Shane?"

"Because we have a whole new chain of memories ahead of us."

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