OMJ! This is like the longest chapter EVER. Between ATCR and LKG. Seriously. It's 5500 words compared the ATCR 3500 and the LKG 2750. And by far, it's one of the best chapters ever, as well. There is one secular event in the chapter making it so long, too. And all three couples are there! I'm so proud of myself for this. I believe there's one or two more before AINE. Enjoy… and forgive Mitchie's… prowess, we'll call it, she's a bit… frisky… hormones and all. Lol. And I wrote the song... o.O
Chapter 39:
I was bouncing from foot to foot with anticipation. I simply could not wait to see Shane. We were all jet lagged and decided to surprise the boys at sound check rather than at the hotel as originally planned. I still wasn't showing in my stomach, though my boobs had grown slightly, my hips were a little fuller, and I had bags under my eyes from a lack of sleep. Anastasia and Caitlyn were equally excited, and in better condition to my displeasure.
While biting my lip, I pushed the door to the club open with Caitlyn and Anastasia trailing me. The guys up on the small stage, playing and practicing. I smiled brightly, and the girls each wrapped an arm around my waist. "Ready?" Caitlyn asked.
"Ready." I nodded. Since they were in the middle of When You Look Me In The Eyes, I sat at a table in the center of the room. Each intimate table was decorated with roses and other assorted Valentine's decorations. Caitlyn and Anastasia were waiting out of sight. We had a plan, I tell you, a plan. I promise we weren't simply insane.
"Oooh oooh, yeah…." Nate finished up the song and I clapped. "What the- Mitchie!" At Nate's words, Shane barely put his guitar down before he leapt off of the stage. I stood up to greet him as the boys came down as well.
After a long, deep kiss, we parted. I watched his eyes flicker to my stomach as his hands rubbed my hips. "Hey." He spoke softly. His eyes were trained on my stomach now and his smile grew more and more as realization set.
"Hey, Daddy." I whispered, giggly slightly. His grin finally broke free at the name. Thankfully Nate and Jason weren't near us until after I spoke. "Hey, boys!" I hugged each of them. Jason spun me around. "Oh! Don't do that." I said, placing on hand on my stomach and one on my head.
"Oh, sorry, Mitch. Are you sick?" Jason asked.
"It's fine." I smiled knowingly toward Shane.
"Are-" Nate began.
"Excuse me," A small voice interrupted. "Are you done with sound check? We need to decorate the stage." The voice belonged a small petite blond with larger breasts than she needed. She was looking directly at Nate, leering, almost.
"Uh, no we're not, we really need to get everything-" Shane shot Nick a look that clearly said there-is-no-way-I'm-doing-sound-check-when-my-wife-is-here. "Uh, we can take a break for now. Thanks."
"Oh, good." She replied. "I love that song, by the way." She commented, placing her hand on his arm.
"Uh, thanks. I wrote it for my girlfriend." He replied, trying to discreetly move away from her.
"Too bad she's not here-" Nate's cell phone ringing cut her off.
"Hello?" Nate answered, not bothering to check the caller, simply happy for the interruption.
"Tell that blonde bimbo to back off before I beat her ass." I heard Caitlyn's voice seething through the phone. I smirked.
"What?" Nate stuttered. "Where are you?" He demanded.
Caitlyn emerged from where she was hiding. "Excuse me." She politely pushed the girl aside. "Hey." She smiled at Nate.
Nate didn't answer, instead he pulled her to him, kissing her happily. Jason stood awkwardly next to them.
"Stas isn't hiding somewhere, is she?" Jason asked hopeful.
I shook my head, doing my best to pretend. "Nope. She couldn't afford to miss class. Our teachers were more understanding than hers. But she said to say Happy Anniversary. And she sent a gift with us. I left it by the bar." I told him.
He nodded dejectedly, but headed toward the bar. A moment after he disappeared, a happy squeal was heard from Anastasia as Jason had spun her around.
"Mission accomplished." I told Caitlyn. The boys looked at us oddly.
"Huh?" Nate and Shane asked.
"We wanted to surprise each of you without you all knowing we were here." Caitlyn explained.
Shane and Nate laughed. "Mission accomplished." Nate agreed.
"Okay, we're heading back to the hotel. Anyone bothers me before I have to be here for the show, I kill them. Got it?" Shane instructed, already pulling me out of the room. The only response we got was laughter.
"When are we going to tell them?" I asked as we got into a car waiting outside. It occurred to me that the others were now momentarily stranded.
"Later. I want to enjoy you first." He smirked playfully, rubbing my thigh as he looked out the window.
"I can live with that." I agreed.
When we pulled up to the hotel, Shane was more than happy to stop and smile for the cameras waiting outside the hotel. Those were fun head lines: Mitchie cutting school for a Valentine's rendezvous? Once we were inside though, it was a completely different story. He pulled me through the hotel lobby quickly, and was immensely impatient waiting for the elevator.
Finally, we were in the hotel room and my back was quickly pressed into the closed door. "Shane-" I gasped as he started kissing my neck and lifting my shirt slightly.
"I can't believe you're here right now." He spoke with the now all too familiar edge to his voice making it husky. His warm breath on my neck and ear was sending shivers through me.
"I am. I hopped on a plane just to come see you." I spoke as clear as possible though it was difficult while trying to suppress a moan.
"Wait-" He pulled back from my neck and looked at me through squinted eyes. "Are you supposed to fly? Is it safe for the baby?" I smiled hearing him sound so concerned.
"Yes. I can fly safely up to my third trimester. Then I should only fly when absolutely necessary. I just had to move around a lot while on the plane." I explained, kissing him softly.
"Okay, good." He replied and captured my lips again. After making out against the door for a while, he eventually pulled back. "Bed." He whispered, already leading me there.
I was gently pushed into sitting on the end of the bed. He carefully pulled my shirt up over my head, followed by the cami I wore underneath it in an attempt to flatten my chest and stomach a bit. I watched his eyes roam over my exposed flesh looking for any sign that I was in fact pregnant. He pouted ever so slightly at not finding one.
"I'm not far enough along, Shane…" I giggled at his face. He didn't reply. He pulled his own shirt over his head instead and crawled on to the bed with me. I shifted back so I was in the middle of the bed, and he followed.
He started kissing my lips, then my jaw, down my neck, across my chest, and to my stomach. He started at my stomach for a long while. "You are showing." He smirked in triumph.
"I am not." I replied giggling.
"Yes, you are." He traced the top of my stomach lightly a few times. "See this?" He kissed the tiny, barely there raise of my stomach.
"Shane, that doesn't mean anything. I was putting on weight before I got pregnant." I argued.
"You were not. You were loosing weight from being sick." He argued lightly. "And it does mean something. You aren't getting fat. You're getting pregnant."
"You just had to prove I was showing, didn't you?" I teased.
He nodded enthusiastically before shrugging slightly. "I was actually hoping you'd be showing when I saw you." He admitted.
"Why?" I asked.
He looked away, slightly embarrassed. "I've been dreaming of you… and you have the sexy swollen stomach in them."
"Did you just say my pregnant stomach will be sexy?" I asked looking at him oddly.
He shrugged, now smirking at me. "Yeah." He moved to hover over me again, his lips an mere inch from my own. "Knowing my wife is pregnant because of me…" He nipped at my lip. "Sexiest thing in the world."
I giggled. "You are insane." I laughed, pushing on his chest.
"Maybe. But I'm crazy for you." He replied cheekily. "Which randomly reminds me that you aren't going to get the roses I sent you for Valentine's Day or the giant box of chocolates."
I shrugged. "Oh well. That just means that for once… my present trumps yours." I smirked playfully.
"Baby, the second the words 'I'm pregnant' came out of your mouth, you officially beat every present I could ever give you." He replied honestly, staring me deeply in the eyes. They held such an intense softness that I felt myself melting under them.
"Really?" I asked softly.
He kissed me gently, yet passionately. "Absolutely." He breathed against my lips. "There's nothing in this world that I can give you that even compares to how happy I was when you told me that." He pecked my lips again. "How happy I am right now." Another kiss. "How happy I'll be when I hold them for the first time."
"Shane…" I awed with tears in my eyes. "I don't know what to say."
"Say nothing." He smiled. "I just want you to know how I feel, that's all. Oh, baby, don't cry." He laughed slightly as tears began slipping down my cheeks.
"I can't help it. Hormones." I blamed, wiping at them. He moved my hands and wiped them himself with his thumbs. "I love you." I whispered looking up at him with watery eyes.
"I love you, too." He replied, kissing me again. Things started getting heavy again and I felt Shane's lower half rub against my own. "Can we?" He asked nervously.
I nodded while laughing softly. "Yes, we can have sex. We can have sex until I don't want to anymore because it's uncomfortable."
He nodded in understanding. "Do you… want to?" He asked hesitantly.
"Since when do you ask if I want to have sex?" I asked, looking up at him with curious eyes.
"What?" He demanded. "I have before." He argued.
"You asked if I wanted to have sex after they took me off of birth control. The only reason you asked was because you were hoping I'd tell you that you didn't have to wear a condom." I replied.
He pouted but replied nonetheless. "I still asked."
I laughed. "Of course I want to have sex. I'm going through Shane-withdrawal." I teased.
"Oh really?" He leered. "In that case…" He trailed off.
When I woke up later, I was thirsty. After pulling on my cami and his boxers, I made my way into the kitchen of the boys' suite. My stomach looked fuller than the last time the boys had seen me in December, but despite what Shane thought I wasn't showing. I wasn't far enough along.
I opened the fridge and sought out apple juice. I smirked, seeing a bottle of Simply Apple. The Simply Orange brands were the only juices Shane could drink. I wasn't aware if they were available in England or if Shane pulled his rockstar card and had them sent to him. As I was setting the juice down on the counter, I heard Nate come in through the door.
He didn't seem like he was in a very good mood, but he stopped to talk to me anyway. "Wow, Mitchie, you've gotten curvier. Did you gain weight?" He asked. Jason came in not far behind Nate and smacked him in the head.
"Dude. Even I know not to tell a girl she's gotten fatter." He told him in a hushed tone. I still heard him, as this is Jason.
"I'm pregnant, you dumbasses." I replied, pushing past them to go back to Shane's room. I didn't see there shocked faces, but I didn't hear anything coming from them, so I knew they were in shock still.
"Hey, Momma." Shane said lazily, grinning at me from his position in bed. He was sitting up slightly, with one arm draped behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. "Where'd you go?" He asked.
"Juice." I replied, setting the glass on the night stand. I crawled into bed with Shane again, resting my head on his chest as he moved his arm off his stomach and wrapping it around me.
We sat in silence for a few moments before a loud "What?!" emanated from outside the room curtsey of Nate and Jason. A moment later, a frantic knocking came at the door.
"What?" Shane yelled through the door. "Come in." Nate and Jason came bursting in a moment later.
"You're pregnant?" They asked, still shocked. Caitlyn and Anastasia stood behind them laughing.
"No, she's totally lying." Anastasia replied sarcastically.
"Oh. That was mean." Jason said, suddenly disappoint.
"Jason." Nate said rolling his eyes.
"Oh! Sarcasm. Now that was mean." He glared at Anastasia over his shoulder slightly.
Shane shook his head slightly at Jason before turning to look at me. "You told them?" He asked.
I shrugged innocently. "Nate called me fat?" I tried to reason.
"Ow!" Nate cried a moment later as Caitlyn and Anastasia both smacked him in the head. "I did not! I said she was curvier and asked if she'd put on weight. She was really skinny the last time we saw her." He defended.
Shane chuckled. "I guess I can forgive you for telling them without me." He kissed my head.
"Awww. Look at them." Caitlyn cooed. Shane's hand was resting on my stomach, rubbing small circles while my head laid on his chest. "I can't believe you're pregnant, Mitch."
"I know." Anastasia replied. "It's hard to grasp still. I'm sure once she starts showing I'll believe it."
"Oh, trust me. I can believe it." I replied. "I think waking up every morning puking is enough proof, but the other things are too."
"Oh, right. Forgot about that." Anastasia laughed.
Jason was overly excited by our news and was now bouncing slightly. "What are you gonna name it?" He asked.
We shrugged as the others all made their way into the room. "I don't eve know what gender the baby is yet, Jase." I replied.
"Oh. Well, do you have any ideas?" Anastasia asked.
"Well-" Shane started.
"No." I cut him off. "I refuse to have a Shane Junior." I stated. "That'd be asking for trouble."
Shane laughed sarcastically. "Not what I was going to say, actually." He pouted.
"What were you going to say?" I asked, looking up at him.
"I was thinking if we had a boy… to name him Justin." He spoke softly.
I felt tears well up in my eyes again. "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "You would do that for me? You'd name our first son after Justin and not you?" I asked.
He nodded again. "I was thinking Justin Cole or Justin Nicholas. For Justin and Nicole."
I smiled even more. "Justin Cole. I like it."
He kissed my head again. "I'm glad."
"With your luck, you'll have a girl." Nate warned, laughing.
"Justine." Shane replied. I looked up at him again with even wider eyes. "What? Justine Nicole…" He trailed off.
"You've really thought about this haven't you?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yeah." He admitted.
"Okay, everyone out." I demanded. "I feel the need to have my way with my husband." I smirked at him. His mouth dropped while various groans and laughs came as replies.
As the door closed behind them, I moved so I was straddling his lap. "What's gotten into you?" He asked.
"Nothing yet." I replied seductively.
His eyes glazed over. "Tease." He remarked.
Instead of falling asleep afterward like normal, we laid in each others arms talking quietly. We were talking about random things, nothing of major importance alone, but at the moment they were.
"Oh, by the way. Kevin knows I'm pregnant." I told him.
"Why?" He asked. "I thought we were telling everyone but the girls together?"
I shrugged. "I was at your house one night, he came in to check on me, we started talking, he said I could tell him what was wrong and that we wouldn't tell you he knew. But I figured I'd tell you anyway. I talk to him about it a lot actually. He knows how I'm handling everything better than the girls do. They don't seem to understand a lot of what I'm worrying about. Kevin just calms me down. In a way, it's like having you there."
He nodded before a playful smile formed on his lips. "You aren't movin' on to my brother are you?"
I gasped. "Jailbait much?" I laughed. "I'm going to be 19 in two months. He's still underage. Maybe if he was older…" I teased.
"Nah, I understood what you meant. He and I are a lot alike in that way." Shane replied.
"Yeah, you are." I agreed. "What time do you have to be at the club for the show?" I asked, noting the time on the clock next to us.
"The show starts at 7... The club opens at 6... Nate will want a dress rehearsal at 5... 6:55." He finally settled on.
"Wait, what?" I asked confused. "Don't you mean 4:55? If Nate wants a rehearsal, that is."
Shane laughed. "Please. Do you really think I'm going to do a dress rehearsal when I only have today with you for another 3 weeks?"
I smiled. "I don't want you upsetting Nate." I replied.
"He has Cait to entertain him." Shane argued, dismissing the problem.
"Well, it's 4:30 now. I'm going to go take a shower." I told him, climbing out of his bed and slipping on his t-shirt.
"You're coming to the show tonight, right?" He asked, sitting up and resting on his arms. He was looking at me with hopeful eyes.
"Of course." I replied smiling. "I even brought a dress with me. The hotel moved our stuff into your suite. It's out in the living room. Could you bring it in here for me?"
"Which one is yours?" He asked, already swinging his legs out from under the blanket. "And where did I throw my boxers when I took them off of you before?" He was looking around for them. I saw them near me and chucked them at his face. "That wasn't nice."
I chuckled. "The green ones." I answered his early question and disappeared into the bathroom.
After my shower, I emerged in a towel. I jumped, slightly startled to find a half naked Caitlyn in my room. "What the- Cait, where the hell is Shane? And why are you in his room half dressed?"
"I'm getting dressed." She replied childishly. "And Shane is yelling at Nate." She said softly.
"Why?" I asked worriedly, sitting next to her on the bed as she pulled on panty-hoes.
"I was crying… and Shane asked why… and I told him… and he flipped out… and started yelling at Nate… and they haven't stopped since." She vaguely explained.
"Why were you crying?" I asked.
She sighed. "He was complaining that they needed to be rehearsing and he knew Shane wouldn't. And I tried to get him to calm down and cheer up and remember that his girlfriend was here… and he ignored me mostly.
"He was all 'That doesn't help our show at all. You guys being here is just a distraction.' I left the room and was crying in the living room when Shane came out to get your stuff…" She trailed off as the yelling entered the living room and came close to the room.
"You're an idiot. I hope you realize that." Shane shouted.
"Forgive me for not being as smooth as you." Nate shot back.
"You don't tell your girlfriend, who you plan on marrying that she's a distraction!" Shane argued.
Nate was silent for a moment. "I was caught up in business again." He sighed.
"I know that. But you really need to learn how to handle both, man. How are you going to handle it when you have a family and the band?" Shane asked.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot, now you're going to have a family, not just a wife. Forgive me for being a bit slow in comparison." Nate scoffed.
"What is your problem?" Shane asked. "Why are you getting mad at me? I just told you that you were being an ass for making Cait cry because you were being stupid."
"Because you have it all, Shane." Nate exploded. "You have the perfect wife who isn't afraid of that commitment. You have the baby on the way. And you manage to be able to handle all of that and your career."
Shane sighed while Caitlyn looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Come on, Nate. You don't really think that do you? That I have all that and you don't? Yeah, I have a baby on the way. But Mitchie wasn't always so willing to be this committed, remember? She decided she didn't want to wear her engagement ring for like 6 weeks after I proposed! You know how much that hurt?" He asked. I looked down at my lap. I hadn't realized how much it had hurt him when I did that. "Caitlyn's at least honest with you about not being ready so you don't end up with a rejection."
Nate sighed. "I guess, you're right. I guess I only see the good things and not everything between the two of you."
"Nate, man, you need to stop being… envious… and comparing yourself and Caitlyn to me and Mitchie." Shane advised. "But right now, you really need to go apologize to Caitlyn. This has got to be a shitty Valentine's Day for her."
"Oh fuck." Nate swore. "I completely forgot it was Valentine's Day." He moaned.
"You, my dear friend, have a lot of apologizing to do." Shane commented, before knocking on our door.
"Sha-" Nate began before Shane stuck his head in the door.
"Can we come in?" He asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
Shane came in and kissed my head as he passed, heading toward the bathroom to shower. He was still clad only in his boxers. I awkwardly began getting dressed while Nate and Caitlyn began talking.
"I'm sorry." Nate said softly. "I've apparently been a major ass. I shouldn't have said that. It came out wrong."
"You called me a distraction. How else could that have come out?" Caitlyn spat at him, not giving him the satisfaction of her entire attention. She continued to get dressed and not look at him.
"I know. And you are. But not in the way I made it sound. We're going to be distracted the whole show because we'll be singing to you and forgetting about our audience. This show is important. But… I need to remember you're more important." She stopped getting dressed but didn't say anything yet. "At home, when we're only recording, I can remember that we're only human and that you matter more. But when I'm on tour… and I'm not around you 24-7, my priority shifts. And it's hard for me to drop the business mode instantly upon seeing you." Nate continued trying to explain himself.
"You don't get it, Nate. You never do. It's never what you do… it's what you say. You always say it wrong. And it hurts." Caitlyn explained.
"I know that. I've been so good at home, Caity." Nate argued moving close enough to grab her hand. "I just need to get better at changing modes quickly."
"I understand that you need to worry about business, you have a show tonight. But, damn it, Nate…" She shook her head, not knowing what to say.
"I'm sorry." He said softly again, seeing her resolve being to break. "I just, I was jealous." He admitted. "And I let it get to me, and take it out on you."
Caitlyn looked at him puzzled. "How were you jealous? And what the hell does that have to do with this argument?" She asked.
"Because… I was… jealous that Shane's going to be a dad and I'm not even engaged to the love of my life… and I can't blame you for that. It matters because I was mad that he dropped all of the priorities of the show for Mitchie. I don't know why that bothered me… but, sometimes I just wish it was as easy for us as it is for them…"
"It's not easy for them, Nate… you may be jealous that Shane's going to be a dad… but trust me… I'm not jealous of Mitchie. Think about it in business terms… do you really want to be them right now?" Caitlyn asked.
He cracked a half smile. "For once, Caity, I can't. That's the one thing I can't think of in those terms. I want a family. I want a family with you. But you have to be ready for that first. And I'll gladly wait until all the color fades from the world and the sun no longer rises if I have to. But it doesn't mean I don't want them any less."
"You really can't think of all the backlash this is going to give them? And all of the stress and the strain? She's still in school… and Connect 3 is as big as ever." Caitlyn pointed out. I knew I was technically not involved in the conversation, but it made me feel kind of put out. I felt arms wrap around me though, and realized Shane had finished his shower.
Nate cradled Caitlyn's face in his hands, and brought her face closer to his. "It doesn't matter. It wouldn't matter. The sheer joy from it all would be enough to make it all fade." He sighed softly. "Caity, I've thought about all of that before. Shane and I talked all of this out when they got married. We made a pact, a promise, that our families would always come before Connect 3."
"You did?" Caitlyn squeaked. He nodded, smiling. "Nate…" She sighed softly. Shane kissed the top of my head.
"I know I screwed up today. I'm so sorry for ruining your Valentine's Day…" Nate began.
"Valentine's Day is just another day, Nate. I was just hurt by what you said…" Caitlyn trailed off.
"I know. I'm sorry. Forgive me?" He asked. She kissed him softly.
"Good, can you get dressed in your own room now?" Shane asked, interrupting their moment.
Nate and Caitlyn smiled and left our room, Caitlyn's stuff in hand. I began doing my hair while Shane towel dried himself. I laughed to myself as I began curling my normally straight hair and Shane straightened his naturally curly hair.
"What do you think they'll have?" I asked randomly.
"What?" Shane asked looking at me oddly.
"The baby." I replied. "What do you think they'll have? Hair wise, I mean. Curly or straight or wavy? And my brown or your black? I know they'll have brown eyes…" I trailed off, thinking of my unborn baby.
"I think… they're going to be beautiful, just like they're mother." He answered, kissing my head. "Ow. You're hair is hot." He complained.
"So is yours." I replied. He laughed and finished straightening his hair as I finished curling mine.
As we were getting dressed, Shane laughed at me. I was self-consciously looking in the mirror standing in my heels, stockings, underwear and bra. "Can you really tell?" I asked, running my hand over my stomach.
"You have to look very close." Shane commented as he slipped his red and gold tie around his neck. He wrapped his arms around me from behind. "And if anyone gets that close, we're going to have some serious issues, Mrs. Grey." His finger tips grazed my stomach.
"Well, then you are going to be the only one able to tell for awhile, my dear Mr. Grey." I replied.
"Good." He kissed my cheek and continued getting dressed. "Are you almost ready? Cause we have to leave in a little bit."
"I just have to put on my dress, my make-up, and my jewelry." I replied.
"Do you have your wedding ring on?" He asked. I nodded in reply. "Then you don't need anymore jewelry." I felt myself melt at his words. "And you don't need make-up, you look beautiful without it."
"Nice try. Remember, I don't take as long as you do, Shane." I teased.
He didn't reply. Instead he watched me through glazed eyes as I slid on my tight fitted maroon dress, careful not to tear it with my heels. It was a strapless sweetheart cut and flared at the knees. I looked extra curvy in it.
Shane paused mid motion of pulling on his vest. "You okay?" I asked. "And can you zip me up?"
That seemed to snap him out of his reverie, as he finished putting on his vest and zipped up my dress. "I'll be unzipping that later." He whispered huskily in my ear.
"I know." I replied smirking.
"Hurry up." He commanded, kissing my cheek and heading out into the living room, afraid we'd never leave if he stayed. We left ten minutes later.
The show was amazing. Every one of their love songs was played, just about. And they explained each song and who wrote it and for who.
"I wrote this on our honeymoon on our way to Greece. I think you can figure out what it's about." Shane stated before singing.
"I wrote this on tour when we first started dating and I was missing Caitlyn like crazy. Shane's complaining was finally good for something." Nate commented.
"You're in for a special treat tonight. Well a few. But this one is solely because my wife is in the audience. You get to hear the original version of Gotta Find You, seeing as it's our wedding song." Shane explained.
But the biggest surprise of all was for Anastasia. "Many of you know that I've recently gotten engaged." Jason began. "And it was about time I wrote her a song. Happy Anniversary, Stas."
"Wanna tell you how I feel," Shane began singing, "But I don't know the words. You're all I think about at night, when I'm all alone. Just thinking of your smile, girl it sends me wild. I just don't know how to tell you that."
"This world it gets so crazy, but with you, I can make it through." Nate sang. "I need you to know,"
"I need you to know…" Shane and Jason sang behind him.
"You're all I want and all I need. Just one you and just one me. But how do I tell you that?" Nate finished the chorus.
Shane sang the next verse. "I could say you're the jelly to my peanut butter. That I'm just not right without you right next to me. But that makes it seem so immature, seem not as pure. I just don't know how to tell you that."
Nate repeated the chorus and began the bridge. "How do I tell you that? How do I let you know? Girl, you're all that's on my mind… it's just so hard to show-" He held the note. "I just don't know how to tell you that."
Shane sang the last verse. "If I could only tell you this and make you understand. Do you know how I'm feeling these days without you around? I need you right here next to me, girl why can't you see?"
The three finished the song together. "That I just don't know how to tell you… how much, I love you." Nate hummed a few notes as the guitars faded out.
Anastasia was crying. "I don't understand." She said. "How doesn't he know how to tell me? He just did!"
Jason came down off the stage, seeing Anastasia's tears. "Why are you crying?" He asked.
"You think I don't understand?" She asked.
"Stas…" he sighed, holding her face. "I know you do. But sometimes it really feels like I love you is so not enough to really convey how I feel. And… you know… Shane and Nate helped me write it, so… there may be a tad bit more Nate than there should be in there." She laughed, wiping away her tears.
"That makes more sense." She said.
"But sometimes you don't understand what I mean because my words don't come out right." Jason explained.
"That's true." She agreed. "Go finish you're show." She pushed him back toward the stage.
"Thank you, everyone. We hope you enjoyed yourselves tonight." Shane said into the microphone after Jason rejoined them. "That was our last song of the night."
Clapping was heard as the three bowed and headed off stage. It was definitely a Valentine's Day to remember.
So… what'd ya think? You know you love me.