Hi, yes, I'm still alive. I know I haven't updated since September, but I actually got really busy with work. And then there were family obligations. But here's your update. Please enjoy.
And obviously y'all know I don't own Camp Rock and WOWP.
Mitchie frowned the next morning when she woke up and discovered she had no texts from Caitlyn. She was sure if something had happened with Nate Caitlyn would have texted her right away. That must have meant nothing happened. She huffed in agitation as she set her phone back on the nightstand.
Alex was still sleeping peacefully beside her, and Mitchie smiled as she looked down at the woman. She looked so cute, face eased and soft snores coming from her partially parted lips. Mitchie lay next to her, cuddling close and kissing Alex on the cheek.
The Latina stirred, blinking tiredly as she woke, a smile tugging at her lips as Mitchie continued to plant light butterfly kisses across her face. She giggled and brought her hands to Mitchie's cheeks, grabbing them so she could guide Mitchie's lips to hers. Mitchie smiled into it, pulling away to beam at her still-groggy wife.
"Good morning," Mitchie said softly.
"Morning, love," Alex said before letting out a huge yawn. "What time is it?" she asked, peeking over her wife's shoulder to look at the clock.
"A little past ten," Mitchie said, though Alex could now see for herself. "We slept in."
"You call this sleeping in?" Alex asked with a snort. "Give me a few more hours. I'll show you sleeping in." She rested her head on the pillow again and closed her heavy eyelids.
Mitchie shook her head amusedly. Ever since Alex had to give up coffee because of the baby she'd been much harder to coax out of bed in the morning, something that was usually impossible enough as it was. Not to mention being pregnant completely drained her of the little energy Alex's lazy body had to begin with.
"You sleep a little more," Mitchie told her, leaning over to place yet another kiss on the Latina's forehead. "I'm going to go start breakfast."
"Sounds good," Alex muttered tiredly, not bothering to open her eyes as Mitchie climbed out of the bed.
She made her way downstairs, the stillness of the house bringing her peace yet a twinge of sadness in her heart. Sam was still with Shane and would be for at least five more days. She was getting used to him going there more often, but it still hurt a little every morning to wake up and not be able to see his smiling face.
On the way to the kitchen she grabbed her MacBook from the couch and brought it with her. After setting coffee to brew she opened the computer and pulled up FaceTime. Pressing the call button, she waited anxiously for an answer, tapping her nails on the marble countertop. The called picked up, and for a few moments the screen was blank as the video connected. When it did Shane's questioning face greeted her.
"Hey, Mitch," he said, frowning slightly. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" she asked, now confused herself. Since when did her calling him mean something was wrong?
"You don't usually call this early," he said, eyebrows raised.
"You're never awake this early," Mitchie said, rolling her eyes. "Except when you have Sam. Which is who I'm actually calling for," she quipped, smirking down at her laptop screen. "I miss him," she admitted. "Can I talk to him?"
"Sure," Shane said, and it looked like he stood from his couch. "He's upstairs getting dressed," Shane said, as it appeared he began walking through the house. "We're going to play laser tag a little later."
"He'll love that," Mitchie said, smiling. She and Alex had brought him a few times before, and he always had a blast. She and Alex enjoyed it, too. They were both really competitive, and usually made a bet to see who could get the most points, the winner usually earning some sort of sexual favor of their choosing after they got home (and Sam went to bed). "I'm actually a little bummed we'll be missing out," she said honestly.
"Why don't you come with us?" Shane offered sincerely. "You could meet us there. I was gonna bring him to the place off Ventura Boulevard."
"That's the one we usually go to," Mitchie said, nodding, and now smiling at the idea of joining in on the fun. She stopped though, remembering Alex's condition. "Do you think that'll be safe for Alex and the baby? Running around and all that?"
"Running isn't allowed," Shane reminded her. "There's a whole video where they go over the rules. That's literally the first one."
"You think Alex follows the rules?" Mitchie asked, laughing. "That's cute, Shane."
The man rolled his eyes as he stopped in the hallway outside of the door to Sam's room. "There's an arcade, too. She can play ski ball or something."
"She hates ski ball," Mitchie said.
"Who hates ski ball?" Shane asked exasperatedly.
"She has her reasons," Mitchie said, knowing what those were but not wanting to share them with Shane since they were none of his business. "But I'll ask her if she wants to go after we eat," she said, hoping to change the subject from Alex's aversion to the arcade game. "What time were you thinking? Because I still have to wake up Sleeping Beauty. I figure it'll be easier with food to hold under her nose as bribery."
"Whenever works for you," he said with a shrug and knocked on Sam's door. "Just text me." The door opened, and Sam looked up at him expectantly.
"Are we leaving?" he asked with a big smile.
"Not yet," Shane told him, handing the phone over. "Your mom wants to talk to you."
Sam took it and smiled at the device. "Hi, Mommy."
"Hi, baby," Mitchie said, staring fondly at the image of her son on the computer. "How are you? Did Dad buy you some new clothes?"
"Yeah, look!" He held the phone out and aimed it down at his outfit. He wore cargo shorts and a green shirt with a T-Rex on the front. The dog by the same name sat at the boy's feet, staring up at his owner and begging for attention.
"Wow, that's a cool shirt," Mitchie said encouragingly. "Did you pick it out all by yourself?"
"Yep," Sam said, pointing the camera at his face again. "Where's Mama?" he asked, noticing her absence.
"She's still sleeping," Mitchie told him. "But I'm gonna wake her up soon. And then maybe she and I will be meeting you and Dad at laser tag. Does that good?" she asked, somewhat self-consciously. She knew Sam loved her, but she didn't want him to be upset for encroaching on his time with his father.
"Sounds awesome!" Sam said earnestly.
"Good," Mitchie said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Well, let me go then. I need to make Mama breakfast to get her out of bed," she said with a grin. "I love you. I'll see you soon."
"Love you, see you," Sam said, giving a small wave and hanging up the call.
Mitchie closed the FaceTime app, still grinning widely. Maybe Shane taking Sam more often wouldn't be so bad as long as they all did things together to help get her through the week. After all, they invited Shane over sometimes throughout the week and allowed him to join in some things they did as a family. Sam always seemed to enjoy the time they spent together, all four of them.
With the hope that she would be seeing her son in a few hours' time, Mitchie set to work. She played music from her laptop as she went through the motions of making breakfast. She sang along as she mixed the pancake mix, adding in chocolate chips because since Alex wasn't going to have coffee, she could at least use a little bit of a sugar rush to get her going. Hopefully by the time she crashed they would be back home.
When the pancakes and bacon were done she sat down to eat her own helping, eating quickly so she could get Alex's serving upstairs before it got too cold. She ate so fast she gave herself hiccups, and she took large gulps of her coffee to try to cease the annoying bodily function. Thankfully it helped, and they were completely gone by the time she went back upstairs with Alex's food and a glass of chocolate milk on a tray.
She pushed the door open with her foot and tiptoed into the room. Alex's deep breaths filled the room, and she looked so peaceful that Mitchie almost wanted to forget the outing all together and let her sleep. But her want to see her son outweighed her desire to watch her wife sleep, so she set the tray on the ground before grabbing the curtains and spreading them open.
Light filled the room, and Alex stirred as sunlight hit her face. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and pulled the covers over her head, hissing at the sudden brightness as if she were a vampire. Mitchie rolled her eyes with amusement and pulled the covers from her wife's face.
"Come on, my darling," she said in a sweet voice as the raven-haired woman pouted up at her. "You and baby need to eat." She retrieved the tray from the floor as Alex sat up with a groan. She set the trap in Alex's lap. "I even put chocolate chips in these," Mitchie said, gesturing to the pancakes and hoping it would tempt her wife. "Just don't tell Sam," she added, smirking.
"I won't," Alex agreed with a small chuckle as she picked up her fork and stabbed at her pancakes. "So, what do you want to do today?" she asked as she lifted a forkful and took a bite.
They'd taken off the week from the studio so they could work on the nursery, so their schedules were open. But they'd been originally planning on having Sam with them all week. It was easy to keep busy when an eight-year-old ball of energy was constantly asking to be entertained every moment of the day. At first the time alone had been extremely nice, but they were beginning to not know what to do with themselves.
"Actually," Mitchie said as she sat gingerly on the bed, "I talked to Shane, and he's taking Sam to laser tag. He asked if we want to go along. I said I'd ask you."
"Oh fuck yeah!" Alex exclaimed, her mouth still full of half-chewed food. She swallowed it before continuing. "A chance to see Sam and beat Shane at something? I'm so in."
Mitchie nearly laughed with amusement at her wife's childish nature, but instead she said in a warning tone, "But you can't run, okay?" She narrowed her eyes as Alex opened her mouth to protest. "It's too dangerous. Running isn't even allowed, but you do it anyway. Can you please just walk like a normal person, just this once?" She took Alex's hand that wasn't attached to her fork and held it in her own. "So I can have peace of mind. Please?"
Alex could tell Mitchie was genuinely worried, and she couldn't say she blamed her. After all, she'd fallen in laser tag while running before, and that was when she didn't have a bump under her shirt to weigh her down. She'd never forgive herself if she fell now, and then something happened to the baby. They'd worked too hard for her to fuck it all up by being stupid and reckless.
"Okay," she agreed, smiling gently to show the singer she meant it.
Mitchie breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed Alex's hand gently before letting it go to allow the woman to finish her breakfast.
Caitlyn woke up the next morning feeling tired and sore in the best possible ways. She was thankful she and Nate had stopped drinking when they did, because it had spared her a hangover. She actually felt great considering she'd been slightly drunk the night before. Her limbs may have been heavy and sleep threatened to take hold of her again, but she lay awake in Nate's huge, impossibly soft bed.
She wore only her underwear and an overly large t-shirt Nate had offered her the night before, her own clothes littering the master bedroom floor of the expensive California home. Caitlyn let out a loud yawn as she stretched, enjoying the popping sensations in her joints. She felt an easiness in her chest she hadn't felt in a long time, like each breathe was clearer and more refreshing. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so relaxed.
Actually, she could. It was before her breakup with Gabe, before her life reverted to a bland, sexless existence. But last night had put an end to her dry spell, and it was well worth the wait.
She could still feel the ghost of Nate's touch on her skin, and she smiled to herself as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. She swung her legs off the bed and sunk onto the floor. She'd heard Nate get up not long before, but he hadn't returned yet, so Caitlyn went in search of him.
The faint sound of music hit her ears, and she followed it to the kitchen. The smell of coffee percolating hit her, and she found Nate standing over the stove working on a huge pan of scrambled eggs. He wore only his boxers, and she stared at the muscles in his back, admiring the view in front of her.
She didn't know the band that was playing, but she enjoyed the melody, and Nate sang along, his angelic voice blending perfectly with the singers'.
"I think's it's obvious," Nate sang along, "Beautiful girls are the loneliest."
Caitlyn smiled as she crept up behind him, snaking her arms around his waist when she reached him. She buried her face in his back as she felt a small laugh ripple through his chest.
"I wasn't aware I had an audience," he said, turning in Caitlyn's arms so that he was looking down at her. He smiled and lifted a hand to cup her cheek. "Hi."
"Hi," she said softly, returning his smile. "Looks like you're making enough eggs to feed an army," she quipped, nodding over his shoulder at the large helping of scrambled eggs still cooking in the pan.
"I need the protein," he said, laughing slightly again. "How'd you sleep?" he asked, gazing down at her fondly.
"Pretty well," she said nonchalantly, a sexy smirk replacing her smile. "I was kind of spent, though, so it's understandable."
Nate's cheeks went slightly pink, and he brushed his fingertips across her cheek gently. "And how do you feel about last night?" he asked carefully. He knew she'd been willing and eager in the moment, but he was still worried it had simply been the alcohol and she'd wake up in the morning regretting everything and hating him in turn.
"I'm fine," she answered honestly. "Great even." She paused, trying to read his face. "What about you?"
"I'm ecstatic," he said, smiling the widest Caitlyn thought she'd ever seen him smile. She loved it when he beamed like that, his slightly crooked, shy grin lighting up his whole face.
"Good," she said, and she lifted herself up on her toes and placed a quick kiss on his lips before pulling away. He looked disappointed, so she just spun him around so he was facing the eggs again. "Don't wanna burn your eggs," she told him.
"I wouldn't mind if it was for a good cause," he shot back, though he turned off the stove all the same.
Caitlyn tried to help finish breakfast, but Nate wasn't having it. He insisted she sit at the table and have coffee while he got the rest together. She begrudgingly agreed, but she had to admit that it was nice being waited on. She didn't think Gabe had ever cooked for her once, always preferring to take her to dinner or order in or simply let her cook. Sure, Nate was just making her scrambled eggs and popping some toast in the toaster and cutting up an avocado to go on top of it, but it was more than any guy had ever done for her.
He set the plates on the table, tucking into his meal and shoveling eggs into his mouth immediately. Caitlyn watched him, slightly amused, but still in awe of the simple gesture of making her breakfast. When he noticed she hadn't touched her food and her attention was on him, he swallowed his mouthful and wiped the back of his mouth with his hand subconsciously.
"What?" he asked her, worried he had something on his face or something.
"Nothing," she said, shrugging. "You're just a really great guy," she said softly. "And I really like you."
"I really like you, too," he said with sincerity and reached out to grab her hand. He brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of it sweetly.
"Do you want to go on a date with me?" she blurted before she could stop herself. Nate froze, and she felt like kicking herself. She'd been too blunt, scared him off.
"I think that's the first time I've been the one asked out instead of the other way around," he said thoughtfully. He gave a small smile and told her, "I'd be honored."
Relief flooded Caitlyn's chest, and she smiled back at him, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "Good," she said, squeezing his hand before taking her own back to finally start on the simple yet delightful breakfast Nate had prepared.
Some days Mitchie thought she missed magic more than Alex did. Alex had always been lazy, but her pregnancy made that character flaw much worse. Even after Alex was finished with eating and the promise of a fun day of laser tag hung in the air, it still took Mitchie ten minutes to get Alex to roll out of bed.
Getting her to get dressed and ready was like pulling teeth. Alex had never really been one to stress over clothing or what she was going to wear. She was a firm believer that a pair of jeans and a t-shirt could go a long way. But since she started getting bigger and having to wear maternity clothes she preferred to spend most of her time in her pjs. Sure, she and Mitchie had gone to get her new clothes, but she didn't like any of them. They weren't her style, and she hated the way she looked in them.
After trying on the fifth blouse and despising her appearance Alex collapsed on the bed again, tears in her eyes at how ugly she felt. Mitchie was quick to wrap her arms around the sobbing woman, insisting that Alex was wrong, that she was the most beautiful woman Mitchie had ever seen.
"You have to say that, you're my wife!" Alex wailed, burying her face in Mitchie's shoulder.
Mitchie shook her head as she rubbed a soothing hand across the crying woman's back. "Right, you're my wife. Obviously I think you're gorgeous if I married you."
"I was young, beautiful, and thin then!" Alex insisted. She attempted to push Mitchie away, but the songstress just held on tighter, and began planting kisses across Alex's cheeks, drying her tear tracks as she went.
"You're beautiful, you're perfect," Mitchie said, pulling away to catch Alex's gaze. "And I couldn't be more in love with you."
Alex stared at her for a few moments, her bottom lip wobbling as she tried to slow her tears. "Promise?" she asked in a small voice.
"Promise," Mitchie said honestly, reaching up to dry the rest of her wife's tears with the pads of her thumbs. "Okay?"
"Okay," Alex said with a small nod. She smiled apologetically and hid her face in the crook of Mitchie's neck, her nose brushing lightly over the other woman's skin.
"Are you going to be alright?" Mitchie asked in a concerned voice as she resumed rubbing Alex's back. "I can text Shane and tell him we can't make it to laser tag." She didn't want to, especially since she was missing Sam, but if Alex wasn't feeling up to it she wasn't going to force her.
"No, don't do that," Alex said quickly, lifting her face again to show she'd stopped crying. "I'm good now. We can go. I don't want to disappoint Sam." She plastered on a smile to show her mood swing had passed and stood, grabbing Mitchie by the hand and pulling her with her.
Mitchie smiled as well as Alex led her from the bedroom, happy they were going after all. She couldn't wait to see her little man and hug him something fierce.
That's the chapter.
So, I'm going on a trip in a couple of days. I'll be away from my computer throughout that time. I am not planning to have another chapter up before I leave. I have too much to do. So, just giving you a fair warning it will probably be a few weeks before my next update.
That being said, Happy Halloween, everyone. Until next time. -DF