I don't own Camp Rock or Wizards of Waverly Place. Meh.

Steve and Connie got in Friday around noon. Mitchie picked them up from the airport and brought them back to the house. When they arrived Alex was putting the finishing touches on lunch, and after they set their bags down in the guest room they all sat down to eat.

Mitchie could hardly touch her chicken, her stomach too knotted with excitement. She pushed her food around with her fork before finally setting it down with a sigh. She looked to her wife, caught her eye, and raised her eyebrows. Alex swallowed and wiped her mouth with her napkin before nodding at Mitchie. Connie and Steve watched the interaction, interested.

"Everything okay?" Connie asked.

"Yeah, everything's fine, great in fact," Mitchie said with a slight smile. "We just have to tell you guys something."

"Here we go," Steve said, setting down his own utensils. "Remember the last time she said she had to tell us something?"

"Yeah, she was pregnant," Connie said with a laugh, then looked to her daughter. "Mitchie are you pregnant again?" She smirked, thinking about the fact that once she'd gotten used to Mitchie dating Alex she actually loved the idea. It eliminated the chance that Mitchie could accidentally get pregnant again.

"No, I'm not," Mitchie said slowly.

"But I am," Alex said.

Steve and Connie both froze and stared at their daughter-in-law. Steve narrowed his eyes, clearly confused.

"How—" he began, frowning. "Did you cheat—"

"Oh, Steve, of course not," Connie said quickly. "How could you even think that of Alex?" She frowned at her husband disapprovingly. "Have you seen the way she looks at Mitchie? Have you been paying attention the last eight years?"

"Thank you, Connie," Alex said softly, her eyes going to her lap shyly. "That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said about me."

"I mean it," Connie said sweetly, and soon she was breaking into a smile. She stood and walked around the table. She took Alex's face in her hands and made the younger woman look at her. "You are an amazing wife to my daughter and a wonderful mother to Sam. I'm so happy for you both." She kissed Alex atop the head before moving to her daughter and wrapping her arms around her tightly.

"I'm happy, too, even if I'm still confused," Steve chimed in.

"They probably got a sperm donor, Steve, it's really common now," Connie said as she released Mitchie and sat back down in her chair. "Am I correct?"

Mitchie nodded. "Sounds like you know your stuff, Mom." She smiled. "Do you know what gestational surrogacy is?"

Connie thought about it for a moment, her brow crinkling. "I think I read an article about it somewhere. Is that the one where you take the eggs of one woman and put them in someone else?" Mitchie nodded, and Connie's face lit up. "Oh, Mitchie, Alex is carrying your baby?" She put her hand over her heart, getting choked up. "I think I'm gonna cry."

"Don't start, because if you do then Mitchie probably will, and then I'll start," Alex warned. She hadn't started to get mood swings yet, but she didn't want to push her luck.

"I'll try, but no promises," Connie said. "Are you going to find out what it is this time? Or do you want to be difficult again?" She shot Mitchie a look, referring to the fact that Mitchie insisted she be surprised in the delivery room.

"I don't want to know," Mitchie said hesitantly.

"But she knows I do," Alex said quickly. "And since it's my body I think I have a right to know."

Mitchie shot her a playful glare. "We have nearly nine months to talk about it."

"I think you should find out," Connie interjected. "It would be nice to know what to buy this time around, or if you need to buy anything if you're having a boy." She smiled. "Plus, it's easier to figure out names when you know."

"You're not helping with that," Mitchie said, laughing slightly. "You wanted me to name Sam Talan, which means forehead."

"I don't remember that," Connie said dismissively.

"I do," Mitchie said. "Sorry, Mom, your input is vetoed."

"You're no fun," Connie said, pouting at her. "Alex, you'll let me suggest names, won't you?" She looked to her daughter-in-law.

"Alex doesn't like people telling her what to do, so probably not," Mitchie quipped with a smirk.

"I'm not telling her what to do, I just want to help," Connie insisted.

"Con." Steve reached out and put his hand on hers. "Leave it be. They're perfectly capable of coming up with names for either gender on their own." He looked to them. "And if you do end up finding out, just let us know whether we can expect another grandson or our first granddaughter." He smiled widely at him, the sides of his eyes crinkling slightly.

"Thanks, Dad," Mitchie said quietly. She let out a happy sigh, glad this had gone smoothly. She'd expected it to, unlike the first time she'd had a similar conversation with them. But it was still nice to get it out in the open and know once and for all that her parents had her back. Their excitement just added to hers, and now they just had to tell Sam once it was safe enough to do so.

"Just don't say anything to Sam," Alex warned. "We want to wait until the time is right, there's still so much that could go wrong. We don't want him to get his hopes up in case this whole thing goes south."

"It won't," Mitchie said quickly. She was convinced that the more positive energy they put out there the more likely things would turn out okay. "But just in case it doesn't, yes, please don't say anything."

Connie and Steve nodded. They were bursting with excitement. This was completely different from when Mitchie told them she was expecting Sam. Back then she'd been just a child herself, and she was nowhere near ready for the responsibility of raising one. And while Mitchie rose to the occasion, Connie and Steve still shouldered some of Sam's parenting while Mitchie still lived under their roof. This time Mitchie was ready. She had a wife, a home, and completely supported herself. Connie and Steve didn't feel the same disappointment, confusion, heartbreak, or anger they felt the first time around. This time they were all bliss and smiles, thrilled by the news they got the opportunity to be grandparents again.

Sam launched himself at Steve the moment he returned from school. The man caught him and attempted to hoist him up like he did when he was younger but found he couldn't do it anymore.

"Sam, what are your moms feeding you?" he asked with a laugh. "You're so big I can't even lift you anymore."

"Too much healthy stuff," Sam said before going over to hug Connie. "Hi, Grandma."

"My Samuel!" Connie smothered Sam's face in kisses. "My handsome boy, I missed you so much. You're turning into such a little man." She held him at arm's length to get a better look at him. "You need a haircut," she commented.

"We keep telling him that, but he doesn't want to go," Alex said with a frown. "Sam, seriously it's almost as long as Mom's," she said in regards to Mitchie's chin-length hair. "Just let us get it trimmed a little."

"No," Sam said, his shaggy curls swaying as he shook his head. "I want it to get long like Uncle Justin's so I can wear it up like him."

"Dear lord, child, no," Alex said. "There will be no man buns in this household."

Sam rolled his eyes. "See? I told you you're no fun," he grumbled before exiting into the kitchen.

"I think I'll go help him with his homework," Connie said.

"Mom, you don't have to do that," Mitchie said quickly.

Connie shook her head. "I want to. Gives me a chance to spend time with him." She smiled briefly before following Sam into the kitchen.

"I think I'll was your cars," Steve said. "Might as well be useful while I'm here."

"Dad, seriously, please don't," Mitchie said. "You're supposed to be here visiting. Just sit down and hang out with me and Alex."

"Mitchie, if the man wants to wash the cars for me, let him do whatever makes his heart content," Alex said with a smile. She didn't trust to bring their cars to an automated wash, and she was too lazy to leave the house to bring it to a detailing place. So most of the time she washed the cars herself. But she hated doing it because of her lazy nature. Steve offering was an opportunity she didn't want to pass up. "Keys are in the kitchen, and there's a sponge and a bucket in the garage."

"I won't be long," he said, smiling to his daughter briefly before leaving the room.

"That's my dad," Mitchie said with a sigh. "Can't keep still."

"Yeah, that's where our dads differ. Mine just likes to sit on the couch and rub his belly while he watches tv," Alex said, smiling. "That's always usually when I liked to ask him stuff I knew he'd normally say no to. It's when he was happiest, so it was the easiest time to get him to agree."

"You used to be so manipulative," Mitchie said with a smirk as she sat down on the couch.

"I still am," Alex said, grinning wickedly as she sat beside her wife. "Which is useful because I think I know how we can get Sam to agree to cut his hair."

Mitchie raised her eyebrows. "I'm listening."

"Sam wants his hair long because Justin's is," Alex explained. "He looks up to Justin, sees him as a fatherly figure. But who does he look up to more, see as more of a father figure?"

"His actual father," Mitchie said slowly, starting to get where Alex was going with this.

"Right." Alex nodded. "So we just gotta get Shane to suggest Sam get a haircut, and maybe he'll listen to him."

Mitchie's mouth twitched into a smile as she stared at her wife. "That could work," she said. "God, babe, you're good. I never would have thought of that."

Alex flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Thankfully you have me here to understand the inner workings of an eight-year-old's mind."

"Because your brain is like an eight-year-old's," Mitchie said with a nod.

Alex's jaw fell open and she stared in disbelief at the shit-eating grin that made its way to Mitchie's face. "Wow, listen, I don't have to take this abuse from you," Alex said jokingly. "How about you be nice to me. After all, I'm with child."

"You are," Mitchie said, now smiling fondly at her wife. She placed her hand on Alex's stomach gently. "I'm still shocked we pulled this off."

"I'm not," Alex said as she placed her hand atop Mitchie's. "It's our baby, Mitch. It was meant to be. Every step we've taken since we met has been to get to this moment. The universe brought us together for a reason, and I think it was so we could have the family we were always meant to have."

Mitchie stared at her and pulled her hand away from Alex's stomach, lacing their fingers together instead. "That's sweet, but the universe is completely random." She shook her head slightly.

"Maybe not," Alex said with a shrug. "Maybe it was written in the stars that this was all supposed to happen."

"And maybe your pregnancy brain is kicking in early," Mitchie joked. "I can't wait 'til all the other side effects kick in: mood swings, cravings… Oh, and let's not forget hormones making you crazy horny." She smirked. "I mean more than usual."

"You mean I'm gonna get worse?" she questioned, tilting her head slightly and looking at her wife. "We didn't have sex until after Sam was born. Were you horny and I just didn't know about it?"

"Alex, I tried to have sex with you on the first day we got together, and you turned me down," Mitchie said, bumping her shoulder against the Latina's.

"You know what, I was sixteen, I'd never had a girlfriend before, and I was a virgin. We'd been dating for two hours, give me a break." She pouted.

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing," Mitchie said with a laugh. "I'm actually glad you turned me down and that we waited. It made it more special. I've always found it a little endearing." She smiled and squeezed her hand. "My point was that you were aware. At least one of those times."

"There were others?" Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah," Mitchie said with a nod. "But we'd decided to wait until I wasn't pregnant anymore." She shrugged. "So I did nothing about it, and it was kind of torture, not gonna lie."

"You should have just masturbated," Alex said, laughing slightly. "Why do I have to keep telling people this?"

"It's not something girls figure out as easily as boys, with the exception of you, obviously," Mitchie said. "Besides, when did I have the time? I was either always with my parents, or you, mostly you. I mean, you slept over the majority of our relationship, even if my parents didn't know about it. What was I supposed to do, just go at it with you sleeping beside me?"

"You could have talked to me about it," Alex suggested. "Explained to me about the hormones. I'm sure we could have figured something out."

"Well, that doesn't do me any good now, dumbass." She grinned mischievously. "I have half a mind not to give you sex when it happens to you now."

Alex shrugged. "That's a punishment for you as well, so go for it." She smirked. "I don't need you anyway. I have the removable showerhead, remember?"

"I forgot about that fucking thing." Mitchie shook her head.

"So I take it you haven't tried it yet?" Alex asked, eyebrows raised.

"No…"

Alex leaned forward to whisper in Mitchie ear, "Want me to show you how?"

Mitchie shivered. "My parents are here," she muttered and bit her lip.

"They're occupied, and so is Sam." Alex placed her hand on the inside of Mitchie's thigh. "We can play music, and you know we can be quiet if we have to." She bit down on Mitchie's ear, feeling her wife shake in response as tingles ran up her spine.

Mitchie responded by pulling away from Alex and standing up. She hurried to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway. Sam and Connie looked up from the chapter they were reading in his science book.

"Alex and I are gonna go take a shower," she said quickly and slightly breathlessly.

"Together?" Connie asked, raising her eyebrows.

Mitchie felt her cheeks flush. "Yeah, you know, water conservation and all that."

Connie eyed her, a small, knowing smile on her lips. "Sure. Whatever you say. I'll hold down the fort here. Have fun."

"Thanks, Mom," she said with an appreciative smile. She turned and ran back to the living room, where Alex was sitting on the couch with a confused expression. "Come on," she said before grabbing her wife's hand and pulling her up. She led them out the living room and to the stairs, climbing them quickly. "Okay, so Mom totally knows what we're up to, but I'm kind of fine with that."

"Why did you tell her?" Alex laughed as they got to their bedroom. She shut and locked the door behind them.

"In case they finished homework and wondered where we went," Mitchie explained. She pulled Alex into the bathroom, closing the door with her foot.

"For the record, I don't care if your mom know what we're doing," Alex said with a smirk as she pulled her phone from her pocket and started blasting music, setting it on the counter. "We're adults, this is our house, and we're married. We can do whatever the hell we want."

"I plan to," Mitchie said, casting a sultry glance at her wife. She went over to the shower and turned the nozzles.

"Not too hot," Alex said, stepping behind Mitchie and nuzzling her nose into the back of her neck.

Mitchie turned to her wife, standing so close their noses brushed together. Mitchie could feel cool wisps of Alex's breath against her lips. She reached up and cupped Alex's face, crashing their lips together. The raven-haired woman wrapped her arms around Mitchie's waist, bringing their bodies together. Mitchie bit down on Alex's lip, and a soft moan emitted from the back of the former wizard's throat.

Alex's hands grasped the hem of Mitchie's shirt, and they parted to take it off. Mitchie followed suit by grabbing Alex's and lifting it over her head. Alex moved forward to capture Mitchie lips, but Mitchie held up a hand to stop her.

"Wait," she said, slightly out of breath. She quickly went over to the closet and grabbed two towels before returning to her wife and dropping them at their feet.

"Good thinking," Alex said with a laugh. "Towels were literally the furthest thing from my mind."

"I had a feeling." Mitchie winked before undoing her pants and shimmying out of them. "Now, are we gonna keep talking, or are we gonna get out asses in the shower?"

Alex mimed zipping her lips before pulling down her basketball shorts and stepping out of them. They removed the rest of their clothing, and Alex tested the water with her hand. She nodded, and they stepped in together.

They stood under the water, letting it run over their bodies and soak their hair. Alex pulled Mitchie to her, kissing her gently at first then expertly gliding her tongue past Mitchie's lips. Mitchie tangled her fingers in Alex's hair and pressed their bodies together as her wife's tongue roamed her mouth.

Mitchie pulled away and smirked at Alex with darkened eyes. She gently pushed the Latina against the shower wall before attaching her lips to the other woman's neck. Mitchie bit down gently, nibbling and sucking at Alex's pulse point. When she pulled away she smiled in satisfaction at the purplish bruise she'd left on Alex's skin. She looked up to meet her gaze for a brief moment before kissing Alex softly.

Mitchie reached up and detached the showerhead from its holder. "Now, how does this work?" she asked with a coy smile.

Alex took it from her. "Here, allow me."

Afterwards they dressed, each casting glances and smirks at each other as they did so. Alex noticed that Mitchie's legs seemed a little wobbly, and she had to smile to herself. That meant Mitchie had enjoyed herself, not that Alex needed that as confirmation. The beautiful sounds that escaped her wife's lips had been proof enough.

"So?" Alex said as she finished dressing. "How was that?"

Mitchie smiled at her, her cheeks still a little flush. "I gotta say, you weren't kidding. That thing's great." She stepped into her shorts and fastened the button.

"Told you," Alex said. She reached out and tucked her finger into Mitchie's belt loop, pulling her closer. "And we're clean now, too," she muttered against her lips.

"How was it for you?" Mitchie asked. "Better with a partner?"

"No comparison," Alex said. "I think you may have just ruined going solo for me."

"Though I'm sure that won't deter you," Mitchie quipped before pushing Alex away gently. "Come on, let's go see if Mom's started dinner. I hope she has. I'm starved."

"We did work up an appetite." Alex wiggled her eyebrows and went over to the door, unlocking and opening it. She gestured to the doorway. "After you, my lady."

Mitchie shook her head lightly, smiling softly. She began to walk out the room, pausing in the doorway to kiss Alex on the cheek.

"I love you," she told her.

Alex beamed. "I love you."

Mitchie bit her lip and batted her eyes at Alex, then grabbed her wife by the hand to lead them downstairs to dinner.

I really don't know what to say here anymore, so I'm just gonna go...

Until next time

-DF