Author's Note:
What? I'm still alive? Yes, sorry for not updating but this semester has been kicking my butt. I have to still write the third part of this story since my other versions have not been up to par. This is the second to last chapter- the next one will be really short. I hope it is worth the wait and you guys like it. I'm sure you'll tell me if you don't...
Here is a reminder of where we last left Michael and Mia...
"I…I don't think I really made myself clear the other day I felt bad about it."
"Huh?"
"I wasn't breaking up with you….I just thought we needed a few days apart, ya know? We're always together and I thought maybe being on our own every once and a while was a good thing. But not broken up," she clarified.
Silence. "We aren't broken up."
HALLELULAH!
"No. "
"Okay," I said slowly, trying to process everything. "Okay. When are you coming home?" I have to tell her. I have to. I'll just wait until she comes home though.
"I'm not sure. We are having a party tonight for Louie. And then Damon's birthday party in a few days. Then my dad's party….two weeks tops."
I can't hold this in for two weeks. Shit. "Okay. Two weeks."
"Are you okay?"
"Fine. I'm fine," I said, trying to sound sure of myself.
"Okay. I'll call you in a few days when everything is less hectic, okay?" she said. She knows something is up. She must know.
"Okay baby."
"Love you."
"I love you too Mia. I really, really do."
I smiled. "I know. I'll talk to you soon."
Michael:
I managed not to see Sadie when I went out with Jesse in the next week. "Where uh, did Sadie go?"
"Huh? Who?"
"That girl, Sadie. I haven't seen her around."
"Oh I haven't heard from her since that party. I'm better off," he said winking to a girl behind me.
"Oh, yeah. Probably. She was a head case," I replied, trying to play it cool. Thank God. She realizes she has no place in this life. In my life.
I cleaned the entire apartment in preparation for Mia's return. She had called he night before to tell me that a driver would bring her back to the apartment so I didn't have to come to the airport. But seriously, would I let her just arrive without my being the re?
I told the housekeeper (who was making our dinner for me) that I was leaving for the airport. "You taking the princess home? The food will get cold."
"I'll go so fast," I replied with a wink. "I promise."
I stood at the international arrivals and watched as she patiently joined the hoards of other passengers. She looked like any other young woman traveling alone. She held her bag close to her and wore big glasses. Her bodyguard stood close to her as an airport employee looked at her paperwork.
She smiled and allowed the woman to take a picture of her with her camera phone. She used her glasses as a head band. She looked up and saw me with the flowers I had stopped for along the way. Her face burst into a huge smile.
She handed her bag to her bodyguard and ran into my arms, garnering dirty looks from others until they realized who she was. I have never held onto her tighter. "My God Mia," I said breathlessly into her ear. "I've missed you more than you can imagine."
She didn't attempt to let go of me. " I just wanna stand right here and forget that everyone is watching us."
I smirked. "We can work on that. Let's go home baby."
We got back to our place and Luna, the housekeeper, was already gone. She had set the table for us. "Hungry?" I asked.
She nodded, "Totally."
We ate and caught up with one another. "I was thinking about a wedding in February," she suggested. "All the promotions will be done and we can go away alone."
"But it's all snowy then. Why can't we rush it to October or November?"
"Cuz it's almost Labor Day," she replied. "I still need to get a dress and figure out where and who to invite…."
"I'm pretty sure you will be able to do all that since you are a princess."
She studied me. "You seriously want to rush this?"
"Everyone is asking us when it's going to be so why not?"
She shrugged. "I have always wanted a fall wedding."
"Good. We can start working on it tomorrow."
We took our glasses of wine to the living room and listened to some music. I told her about a CD I wanted to make. Just of me playing all the instruments. Of songs that I thought were too personal for the band to play. She had me play one that I wrote when we were younger.
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"I love that song," she said dreamily. I went back to the couch where she was lying down. "And you."
I leaned down and kissed her chastely. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my body on top of her. Before I knew it we were making our way to our bedroom. "Mia, I love you," I whispered as she kissed my chest. I had to tell her what happened. I had to.
But that can wait.
MIA:
He very suddenly took over and lifted
me up so I could wrap my legs around him. He stared into my eyes. "I love you
too," I replied, feeling as if I had to reassure him for some reason.
That was probably one of the best nights we have had in a long time. It wasn't just sex. We were almost re-committing to one another after being apart for so long. I was so sure that it would be one of my favorite memories. I mean, we laughed and would take small breaks between making love; only to get water or ice cream.
But then we would start kissing again and that would lead to making love again. One would think I would be utterly exhausted, but I wasn't.
"I have to meet my dad and Ned in two hours for brunch," he complained.
"You do?"
"I mean, we do. They want to talk about the wedding and stuff. Dad said he would let us use his place down in the Vineyard for the reception and ceremony."
I sighed, "We'll think about it. Are you sleepy?"
He shook his head.
"Let's go for a walk. I need air."
"A quick one, sure."
People were excited to see that I had returned to the city and asked for pictures with me and Michael while we made our way through the city. Michael was ultra protective of me and didn't let anyone get too close or to stick around too long. "We're off to meet my dad," he explained to them. "See ya."
"We're so happy that you are back," Ned said hugging me tightly. "Michael's been calling non stop asking about how to plan a proper wedding."
"Like you would know?" I teased.
"Hey now," he teased, mussing my hair. "Long night?" he whispered to me while Michael was talking to his dad.
My eyes became huge. "Why do you ask?"
"You just look…different. That's all."
"Different? How so?"
"I dunno, just…different. Happy. Content. All of the above."
I smirked. "Well, everything just seems to be fitting together now. Louie….Michael….me…."
He smirked then started playing the drums with his utensils. Dr. Moscovitz gave him a look, but continued his conversation with Michael about some oil thing in the Mid East. Something I should have an interest in but have very little care for. Instead Ned and I talked about dresses. He started sketching a dress for me in his notebook while I was away.
"I couldn't resist," he said sheepishly. "It's kind of like the one they used in the movie about your life-"
"Where I married an English guy with big hair?"
"Yeah. Cept I would cut off the sleeves. And make it more slimming, see?"
"I like the idea. We'll bring this to Sebastino. Maybe he can do something about it."
Michael's cell phone went off then. He instinctively answered immediately without looking at who it was. "Oh….hey, what's….no. I am busy. Sorry man. No, really. I'm busy as all hell. See ya."
I looked at him, "Who was that?"
"Jesse. So how much is gas out on the Vineyard now?" he replied, turning back to his father.
Ned shrugged. "The menfolk need to talk about things ever so much more important than dresses."
I laughed. Ned really was a girl's guy. He's masculine and isn't the stereotypical homosexual, but has that side sometimes. "They'll talk about dresses later."
Ned and I went off to meet my mother and adopted little sister Abby. Yes. My mom and Mr. G adopted a six year old shortly after Michael and I came out as a couple last year. Abby's parents had left her with a babysitter one day and never came back for her. My mom heard the story and took her in. A lot of people actually wanted to- but I suppose having a daughter who is a princess helps in getting a child.
I lifted her up in the air and spun her around when I saw her again. We didn't see one another much when I am touring or am in Genovia, but she loves that I get to be a princess. She thought she was one too when she first came to live with my mother and Mr. G.
"Hey Abby Gabby!" I greeted.
"Mia, guess what!"
"What?" I asked pretending to figure it out.
"I lost another tooth last night!"
"No way! Lemme see."
I finally put her down and kissed my mother's cheek. "Where's Michael?" she asked after all the greetings were given.
"He and Sid went to some computer fair or something," Ned replied, playing with Abby's pigtails.
"Oh…okay. Let's go then."
That day was perfect. Mr. Gianni brought Rocky and his new girlfriend, Elizabeth to Central Park to meet up with us for a picnic. "Where's Michael?" my brother asked
"Out with his dad," I replied, sipping from my Hi-C. "I'll see him later."
Ned started playing with the kids and I decided to leave my mom and Mr. G alone and join them.
I love playing with my little brother and sister. They remind me that I might be famous, but they couldn't care less. Rocky still gets mad at me if I miss his karate tournament. Abby wants to have tea parties with her and her dolls.
"How was your day?" Michael called out to me when I returned to the apartment, my shopping bags in tow.
"Good," I replied. "Perfect actually. I love playing with those kids," I continued, kissing him on the cheek.
He smiled lightly at me. "You know…you know I was only joking about not having kids for awhile, right?"
I gave him a look. "We already talked about this-"
"I know….I know, but I want them soon. Like right after the wedding. I want a lot of kids."
I gave him a weird look, "Uh, why the sudden outpouring of love for kids?"
"I dunno. I just…I want them with you," he said in a soft voice. "Mia, I adore you. I want little pieces of us going around, ya know? Like a little bit of me and a little bit of you having two legs and walking around on their own. The more I think about it the more I want it to happen ya know?"
"Yeah well…I know what you mean."
"And you'd be a great mom."
"Huh?"
"Mia, you are the most caring person I've ever met. And you know when to give a person space and have faith that they will come around again."
That's it. I am so totally sure that he is on some kind of drug.
