This is Me

Part II

This is Real

EatSleepBreatheJonas

So sorry for the long wait. If you read my three oneshots I posted a short time ago, then you know what's going on with me...if you haven't read them then shame on you! Haha. No, I'm kidding. Well, long story short, I'm really sick. So updates are probably going to be (even more) rare. Which really sucks because I've got such big plans for this story. Oh. Warning! This chapter is full of language, smut, and it skips around a lot, time wise. In the past I've been like, 13 pages on ONE DAY. Well. Not anymore. Because if I kept going like that, then in 15 years I'd still be writing this—probably. Haha.

One more thing! So this is Part II of III, and I think it's going to be ending soon. Not necessarily in this chapter or the next...but it will be soon. This is Real is sort of the stepping stone, the bridge between the two different parts of their lives. I hope that makes sense...it does in my head. Haha. This chapter is shorter, just because everyone was like UPDATE! So since y'all rushed me, this is what you get. Nehh. So there. :]

"Mitchie, are you almost ready?" Shane called into the bathroom as he finished straightening his tie. Mitchie crossed her arms and laughed softly. Had he not noticed she was done thirty minutes ago?

"Babe...I've been ready." She giggled, bending over to adjust the strap of her heels. Shane whirled around at her words with a stunned look. He smirked as he watched her. She looked up and caught the look he was giving her. "What? Does my hair look bad?" She bit her lip, throwing a glance at the mirror.

Shane shook his head. "No. It looks perfect. Different, but perfect." He mumbled. "I was just thinking about how sexy you look." Mitchie flushed lightly, tugging at one of her loose curls and grabbed her clutch from the upper bunk. "Beautiful." Shane corrected himself as he continued to gaze at her.

"Thank you babe. You look beautiful too." Mitchie teased as her fingers laced with his on their short walk to the door to the living room. The others were draped across the couch, waiting. Brielle was practically on top of Jason and whispering something in his ear while Nate and Stacy sat at opposite ends of the couch. "Oh good everyone's ready." Mitchie exclaimed. "The limo is here and we've got a charity ball to attend!" Shane laughed and pulled her close.

"Excited?" He whispered and she nodded, tugging him towards the door. "Here." He stooped down to catch the hem of her dress and stood up, effectively lifting the dress up several inches. Mitchie threw him an appreciative glance as she descended down the stairs to the limo that waited. The others followed and they all piled into the limo.

Mitchie adjusted her dress nervously as they pulled up to the venue twenty minutes later. "Are you sure I look okay?" Her wide eyes found Shane's and he nodded, adjusting one of her curls carefully. She bit her lip and glanced out the window.

"They're going to open the door in two seconds. I'll get out and turn to get you. Nate and Stacy will follow, with Jason and Brielle right behind. Ready?" He checked. She grimaced and nodded just as the formally dressed man flung open the limo door with a flourish. Instantly the group planted sincere smiles on their faces. Shane stepped out of the limo and turned, offering his hand to Mitchie. Gracefully, she stepped out as well and laced their hands together. "You look amazing. Don't be nervous." Shane whispered, squeezing her hand lightly. She smiled up at him radiantly.

"I could never be nervous, not really. Not when I've got you." She grinned and let him lead her into the extensively decorated ballroom.

Shane's arms locked around Mitchie's waist, his face buried in her shoulder as she moved against him. "I thought when they said charity ball, they meant ballroom music." She shouted over the thumping bass. Shane laughed and the sound sent shock waves through her body.

"No. They meant a chance to dress up and grind against each other in a dark crowded room." He yelled back, his hands lowering down to her hips. Mitchie nodded to show she understood and continued to dance. "It's like prom!" Shane added a minute later.

She laughed. "I never went to prom. You?" He shook his head. "Well then this can be our prom." Mitchie exclaimed, dipping down for a moment and sliding back up his body. Shane's breath caught in his throat and he clutched at her waist.

"You're amazing." He groaned. "I don't care how much these people want. They can name a figure and I swear I'll write a check for it right now. Anything to be here with you, dancing like this." Mitchie giggled and turned in his arms to face him. "You're so beautiful." He whispered and she had to lean forward to catch what he said.

"I'm nothing special." She corrected and Shane's eyes narrowed for a moment before he crushed his mouth onto hers. Mitchie's eyes widened and fluttered shut as she gave in to his fervent embrace. Her hands wound in his hair and his gripped at her waist with need, pulling her hips into his. "Shane." She gasped as his mouth dropped down to her exposed collar bone, sucking and nipping with lust. He continued to thrust his hips against the countless layers of bright blue silk and she whimpered longingly.

"Take it back." He demanded, pulling away to stare at her. Chest heaving and eyes wide, Mitchie met his intense stare. "Please, take it back." Shane begged now, his hands clutching and winding in the soft silk. She sighed, reaching up to wrap a stray curl around her finger.

"I take it back." She grudgingly muttered. Shane's face lit up and he kissed her lightly on the mouth. "But..." Mitchie began, only to have a finger put across her lips. She glared at him playfully.

"Nope. No buts." He scolded. "Let's dance." He added, turning her back around and grinding against her slowly. "And if you're good, I'll give you a massage when we get home." He whispered in her ear. Mitchie turned with a small grin.

"Babe, I am always good." She winked, dipping down in front of him again. Shane watched her, fascinated. "Shane? You okay?" Mitchie glanced over her shoulder at her husband. He mumbled something, dropping his mouth to her neck. "...Okay." She giggled, her hands covering his gently.

Nate woke up the next morning to an empty bunk. He threw back the curtain and looked around. Jason's arm was hanging out of his bunk, with red hair spilling over the side. He grimaced and continued to look. Shane and Mitchie were tangled together, though he could see that they were both mostly clothed. There was a pile of blue silk on the floor next to their bunk, he noticed. And...yes there was Stacy, doing the last of her packing. "What are you doing?" Nate asked, his voice thick with sleep. She glanced up, startled.

"Packing. I told you I was leaving." She snapped, crossing her arms. Nate blinked, very confused. Stacy zipped up her suitcase and picked it up, leaving the room. Nate blinked once more and stumbled out of his bunk after her. She had dropped the suitcase and was currently going through the cabinets.

"No, you said you were leaving after the dinner in Washington." Nate accused. Stacy jumped, not expecting him to have followed her. She turned, her eyes narrowed. "You said it." He added grudgingly. She shrugged.

"Plans change. People change." Stacy muttered, grabbing an apple and biting into it viciously. Nate sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. "I'm leaving. Face it." She added cruelly. He looked up at her, his eyes darkening.

"I never ever thought I would say this to anyone. But I'm saying it. You're such a bitch." He spat. Her eyes widened and she dropped the apple in shock. She opened her mouth to retort but Nate spoke first. "You're leaving at the first problem. Which wasn't even a problem—you saw something and misinterpreted it. You won't shut up and listen to reason for even half a second—you're so focused on you. I'm glad you're leaving. You've been making my life hell. All you do is bitch at me and whine and threaten to leave. Well do it then. Leave. I don't give a damn anymore. I don't fucking care what you do! Get out!" He shouted, moving dangerously close to her.

Stacy's eyes narrowed and she grabbed her suitcase. "I never loved you." She shrieked, kicking the doors open and stomping down the stairs. Nate laughed harshly as he watched her throw her bags in the back of a taxi that was waiting.

"I don't even care. I thought I loved you and I was serious about making us work. But I can't change the fact that you're a self centered, vain, vicious bitch." He called, a smirk playing on his lips. She shrieked again in frustration and threw open the door of the cab and climbed inside, still fuming. It sped off quickly and Nate waved sarcastically.

The rest of the group had woken up during the screaming and were standing in the kitchen, watching the flight of Stacy. Nate spun around and his face went blank as he realized they had heard most everything. "I'm sorry you had to hear that." He apologized softly. Mitchie was the first to step forward and give him an innocent hug.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." She laughed awkwardly, retreating back to her husband. Shane looked at Nate sympathetically as Brielle gave him a side hug.

"I'd give you a hug but it'd be weird." Shane laughed softly and Nate shrugged, silently telling his friend it was fine. "But I'm kinda glad she's gone. She ate all my pop-tarts and borrowed my straighteners." Shane added. Mitchie giggled, biting her lip as she gazed adoringly at him. "And now that Bitchface is gone, I'm going to go back to bed with my sexy wife." He wrapped his arm around Mitchie's waist and led her back to the bedroom. "However, we're not going back to sleep." He whispered in her ear, making her laugh softly.

Mitchie was standing at the sink as Shane walked up behind her quietly. "So I was thinking..." he began, and she jumped, not realizing he had been standing there. "Sorry." Shane smiled. "I was thinking we should settle down. Like, in a house with a dog and two kids, the works."

"Two kids? Let's wait for this one please." Mitchie grinned. Shane laughed as he pulled her into his arms for a slow kiss. Carefully he lifted her onto the edge of the sink.

"We can wait for this one, sure. But in our house there's going to be a master bed room and all our future children will be conceived there." At Mitchie's glance, he smirked. "Yes, children as in plural."

She scowled playfully. "Awwe baby." Shane wrapped his arms around her waist as she slid off the counter. "Don't be mad. Just think—a house full of children, all named after our nearest and dearest friends and families. No! I've got a better idea. We'll name all our kids after our favorite fruit." Mitchie cracked a small smile at this. "And three golden retrievers that chase the kids around the kitchen while we're trying to make out on the counters. All the kids have my hair and eyes—no, better yet, they'll look just like you." Mitchie laughed, smiling up at him. "And every night," his voice dropped lower, "I make love to you until you fall asleep in my arms." He grinned, kissing her neck softly.

"Oh...well that does sound good..." Mitchie whispered. "Where did you want to move?" Shane looked up with a knowing smile. "You're smiling like you've got a plan. I'm worried." She teased, brushing his hair out of his dark eyes.

"Hanover." Mitchie's eyes lit up. "You talk in your sleep." Shane explained and she grinned, flushing a little. "I've got another surprise." Shane added. Mitchie tilted her head to the side, confused. "I kind of already bought a house." He admitted sheepishly. "I hope you don't mind."

Mitchie threw her arms around her husband's neck. "You're too good to me." She proclaimed, kissing him gently. He shook his head sadly, as one hand caressed her side.

"You deserve so much more, but I'm grateful as hell you settled for me." He whispered. Mitchie stared at him in disbelief. "I'm the arrogant, whiny cookie cutter popstar with attitude issues and great hair. You're the smart, beautiful—oh my god you're not beautiful, you're the most gorgeous and sexy woman I've ever seen—well rounded, amazing woman who married him."

Mitchie's eyes filled with tears. "Darn hormones." She muttered, wiping at her eyes. "Shane, you're so much more than that." He sighed, hating when they argued, even playfully or something like this. "But if we continue to argue I'll lose. So let's talk about something else." She suggested weakly, feeling dizzy as she looked into his eyes.

One Week Later

Shane fell onto the couch next to Nate. "So I was thinking..." Nate looked up, a horrified look in his eyes. "Shut up." Shane retorted, before continuing. "So anyway. I was thinking that we should make Mitchie an appointment with a doctor. Just to check on the baby." Nate paused, mulling over Shane's words.

"This is actually one of your better ideas." Nate conceded. "But what doctor? And how will the doctor get Mitchie's records? And we're on tour—we'd need to transport her records with us." He added. Shane sighed.

"I had thought of that, and I don't know if they'd release her records to us..." Shane paused thoughtfully. Nate hesitated.

"Maybe we could explain the situation to them." He offered. Shane nodded slowly as he pondered the results of this choice.

"Or...or maybe we end the tour." He whispered. Nate looked up in surprise. "I would understand if you said no. I know much you and Jason love touring." Shane added. Nate shook his head.

"Sure we love it, but Mitchie means more to both of us than touring does." Nate saw the threatening look brewing in Shane's eyes. "She's like a sister to us. But let's not get too ahead of ourselves. We can go see the local doctor and see what they recommend we do." Nate advised cautiously. Shane nodded.

"I definitely don't want to make any hasty decisions—if it were just me, sure. But it's not just me. Now it's my wife and my child...my family." Shane stated softly. Nate nodded in complete understanding as Shane rose. "I actually made an appointment for today. I'm going to go wake up Mitchie."

He walked back to the bedroom as Mitchie was stirring in their bunk. Her eyes fluttered open and she took in her husband standing next to her. She smiled sleepily and stretched her arms out. "Hey." She mumbled, blinking a few times.

Shane's breath caught in his throat. She was gorgeous. "Hey. You—we have a doctor's appointment today, so you need to get up." He encouraged. She pouted slightly, shaking her head. "You want to see how the baby's doing, don't you?" Shane wheedled, resting his arms on the edge of the bunk. She sighed, nodded slowly.

"Alright; I'll get up. But make it worth my while." She grinned, throwing her legs over the edge and on either side of her husband's shoulders. Shane smirked as she leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a fervent kiss. Her hands tangled in his hair, yanking him even closer than before. Shane chuckled into the embrace and let his hands wander over her thighs.

"Okay, I think it's worth it." He pulled away and grinned. "I didn't want to get too excited and end up missing our appointment." He explained, seeing her frown. She sighed and nodded, sliding out of the bunk and searching for her favorite pair of jeans. Shane found them and handed them to her with a smile. She kissed his cheek lightly and shimmied out of her shorts. He watched, entranced. Casually, she glanced up and rolled her eyes.

"Aren't you the one who said we couldn't get 'excited and end up missing our appointment'? So stop looking at me like that!" She scolded playfully. Shane arched one eyebrow. Mitchie sighed exasperatedly. "Like you just want to forget about all our plans for the day and crawl into bed with me." She clarified. Shane smirked and leaned back against the opposite bunk bed as he continued to watch her change. "Perv." Mitchie giggled as she tugged her shirt over her head.

"You know you love me watching you." Shane teased, pulling her in for a long embrace. Mitchie sighed, going limp in his arms as he kissed her tenderly. "Mmm. Now...we have to go to that thing...that thing that's keeping me from seeing you naked." He groaned, his hands gliding over her hips longingly. She pulled away and gave him a bright smile.

"But we get to see the baby. Be excited!" She enthused, her eyes flashing with a hint of nervousness. Shane nodded with sincere eagerness. "I'm scared." Mitchie confessed after a split second. Shane sighed, giving her a questioning glance. "It's been so easy to just pretend that it's not real...that I'm not really pregnant. But now that we've got an appointment...I won't be able to pretend so easily." She confessed.

"Don't you want to have a child with me?" Shane questioned, slightly hurt. Mitchie looked up, stunned at his question.

"Of course I want to have kids with you Shane! It's just that...I'm so young. When our baby is 18, I'm going to be 36. Most normal people are just having a baby then." She pointed out. Shane nodded hesitantly. "More than anything, I want your children. I'm just...concerned about the timing. That's all." Mitchie whispered, hugging him tightly from one side and resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you."

He smiled weakly. "I love you too baby. I understand where you're coming from, but then again, we've never exactly been normal." He grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to her temple. She giggled, nodding in agreement. "So. Ready to go? Nate is gonna drive us." He caught his wife's panicked look and saw how she tensed. "But he's not coming inside, he'll be waiting in the lobby or the car." Shane soothed, wrapping an arm around her still slender waist. Her body slackened with relief and she let him lead her out to the small car that waited for them.

"This is going to be cold." The smiley doctor warned as she spread the blue-tinted gel over Mitchie's still flat abdomen. Mitchie nodded, eagerly taking Shane's hand. On the ride to their appointment, she had been nervous and uncomfortable. But now, sitting in the room with the doctor and ultrasound machine, she was just excited. The doctor, who had introduced herself as Dr. Sampson, lifted the wand from its holster-like thing and placed it against Mitchie's stomach. "It's too early to make out details, but that's your baby's heartbeat."

Shane's eyes lit up and he leaned forward, trying to memorize every detail of the black and white image. Mitchie squeezed his hand, tears coming to her eyes as she stared at the grainy image. The doctor rose. "I'll go print you a photo of your baby and get your records so you'll be set to go." With that, she was gone and Shane's mouth covered Mitchie's.

"I," he mumbled against her lips, "am so happy." She giggled, running her hands through his hair once idly before pulling away. "You're beautiful." He observed, reaching out to caress her cheek. "Almost as beautiful as me." He cracked a smile to show he was kidding. Mitchie threw her head back and laughed.

"And I thought we were about to have a tender moment or something..." She giggled, grabbing her jeans off the floor. "Pass me a paper towel." She instructed, holding her hand out. Shane handed her several and she wiped the gel off of her stomach before pulling her shirt back down. She slipped into her jeans just as Dr. Sampson returned.

"Here are your records," she passed them to Mitchie, who placed them in her purse, "and here's your baby's first picture." She passed that to Shane, who immediately opened the envelope to stare at the 5x7 picture he held.

"I'm framing this." He declared, holding it out to Mitchie, who leaned in to look. She smiled and 'awwed' softly, running a finger down the edge and smiling brightly. They left the building and Shane opened the door for his wife. Nate looked up from his book. "Look at my baby!" Shane exclaimed, shoving the picture into Nate's face.

He took the image and studied it for a moment, before turning to Shane with a serious look in his eyes. "Your kid looks like a squirrel." Shane stared at him before both he and Mitchie simultaneously smacked him in the back of the head.

"OWW!"

I've been trying to end on a lighter note. The Shane thing last chapter, Nate getting hit this chapter...yeah. It's my pitiful stab at humor. Laugh plz&thks.