Here is the next chapter. It turned out really long and I think everyone will like this chapter (a lot of people like the last chapter, actually. I think I got more reviews on that one than all the rest). There's probably going to be mistakes because I only read through the story once. Sorry. Just ignore the glaring grammar/spelling errors. I don't have a beta mainly because I don't trust anyone but my friends to do it and I won't ask them because I'd never hear the end of it if they knew that I wrote Camp Rock stories. Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of its characters. I simply use them to further the enjoyment of all. I also don't own Post-it notes (though I kinda wish I did).
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"Mitchie, tell him," Jessie said for about the tenth time in an hour. They had gone to a coffee shop to talk about everything. Mitchie had tea, neither really knowing if coffee was good for a baby. Mitchie shook her head for the tenth time.
"No. I don't even know if it's really happening yet. I still have to go to the doctor's office and, you know, confirm I'm actually… pregnant." Even now she could barely say the word.
"I think it's safe to say that you are. I mean, three pregnancy tests and all three were positive… don't you guys use protection?" Jessie asked suddenly. She thought that they were more cautious than that.
"I was on birth control," Mitchie explained. "When we broke up I finished up my month a few days later and didn't see the point in spending thirty dollars for something that I wasn't going to need. It wasn't like I was expecting to have sex with Shane a month after we broke up."
"You didn't think of it, oh I don't know, while it was happening?"
Mitchie shrugged.
"It wasn't exactly like it was my first priority. And Shane didn't have any reason to think of it. I've been on birth control almost since the first time."
Jessie let out a low whistle and leaned back in her chair, scrutinizing her friend. Mitchie looked like a mess, with good reason. The break up with Shane was having more of an affect on her than she'd ever admit to Jessie and now this. Jessie knew that Mitchie had to tell Shane just like Jessie knew that she wouldn't. However, there were the things that your friends stayed out of and things that they didn't. Letting your ex-boyfriend that you were still in love with know that he was about to be a dad because you wouldn't was one of the things that Jessie felt was her job. Of course she'd give Mitchie the opportunity to do it first but if she didn't then Jessie would do it for her whether she wanted it that way or not.
"Mitchie, make an appointment at the clinic for tomorrow. Don't argue about it," she said when she saw Mitchie attempt to protest. "Just get it over with. Then you're going to tell Shane. It's his kid too and he has a right to know."
"It's none of Shane's business."
"It's completely Shane's business. You didn't get yourself pregnant, Mitchie."
"I know that it's none of you're business, Jess."
"You really want to go through this yourself? Because you keep up this shit and you will, Mitchie. Don't alienate your friends now when you most need them." She held Mitchie's gaze. Mitchie dropped her eyes first.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll tell him. Just give me some time."
"You have a week."
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Shane had been trying her room all week; the girl just wouldn't answer the door. It was the most frustrating thing to deal with. He didn't want to just barge in there with his key for the fear she might ask for the key back. Or she just might come into his room with the key she had and take it. No, exchanging of keys was too permanent, too final. He didn't want to go near that so he used it only when absolutely necessary. Unfortunately that time might be fast approaching. Finals started on Monday and they still hadn't reconciled. She was staying on campus for the summer while he was going home and then on tour for the summer. He was afraid that so much time apart would just solidify her decision to stay apart from each other.
When did relationships get so complicated? Things used to be so easy and simple between Mitchie and him. Now everything was screwed up and he was running out of time to convince of what he already knew, what he had always known. Something he was pretty certain that she knew too but just refused to admit. She always did have a bad tendency to let her mind make too many of the decisions in her life.
"What to do? What to do?" he muttered to himself. He tried sweet, he tried caring, he tried rational and he tried irrational and hurtful. He wasn't sure that there was anything left to get her attention. Maybe this time the key was through her friends. Jessie was with her every minute of every day. If Shane could convince her to help him win back Mitchie, there just might be a chance.
There was knock on the door, juggling him from his planning. Annoyed, he got off his bed and opened the door. Jessie stood there, a good foot shorter than himself. It was easy for both to see how shocked he was. She spoke before he had a chance to.
"We need to talk."
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Mitchie walked out as white as a ghost. Jessie ran up and embraced her friend fiercely. Mitchie could barely raise her arms to hug Jessie back but somehow Mitchie didn't think that it mattered. They stood there for a full minute, in the waiting room of the campus clinic, just holding each other. The tears that Mitchie had been waiting for since last night suddenly decided to spring to her eyes. She felt like she did nothing but cry lately. With everything that was happening to her she supposed she could be holding it together a lot worse than she was. Of course she'd only known about this baby thing for about two days so maybe her life just hadn't had sufficient time to completely fall apart yet. She figured a complete nervous break down was next on the list because that seemed like the only thing that hadn't happened to her yet.
"It was positive," Jessie said. There was no questioning tone in her voice. She stated a fact that Mitchie didn't need to confirm but did anyways with a nod of her head.
"What am I going to do, Jessie? I don't know how to take care of a baby." She allowed Jessie to lead her out of the clinic.
"What do you want to do? Is getting rid of it or giving it up an option for you?" she asked softly. Mitchie gave her a horrified look. "Ok, so no."
"I don't think I could. I mean… it's a living thing. And to let it grow all that time and then give it to someone else… no, neither of those things are an option." They walked across the great lawn and headed toward the dining hall. Mitchie realized suddenly that she was starving.
"So when are you going to tell Shane?"
"I'm not going to tell him anything. And you're not either," Mitchie warned. Jessie made a noise that was between a scoff and a laugh. A disbelieving look accompanied the noise.
"I'm not leaving him out of this, Mitchie. It takes two, remember?"
"But I'm not going to ruin his life along with mine. A baby is a big deal—"
"I agree. Which is why it should be made known to both parents, not just the one who wants to be the martyr."
"Jessie, this is none of your business!"
"Mitchie, it's Shane's life too! Don't you think he'd like to know what's going on it?"
"If you tell Shane he's going to give up his career and insist on marrying me. I don't want either of those things. You can. not. tell. him."
"Whatever," Jessie mumbled as they walked into the dining hall. "So how's the food thing going?"
"It's alright," Mitchie answered with a shrug. "My mornings tend to get a little woozy sometimes but all in all not too shabby."
"Is that normal?"
"The doctor said that some women don't get morning sickness at all while some women get it all through their pregnancy."
Jessie eyed her food warily before shuddering and making a face of disgust.
"I'm glad you're not going to be puking every morning for the next nine months."
"You and me both."
After lunch they both headed in their opposite directions. Only Jessie didn't head toward her economics class like she was supposed to. They probably weren't learning anything important today anyways. Skipping a class wouldn't hurt anybody. That wasn't entirely true. It might hurt one person but Jessie hoped that Mitchie would over look her transgression. Jessie had to make her see that telling Shane was best and the only way to do that was to actually tell Shane.
Jessie had been making it a habit of staying out of the couple's business. It was Mitchie's decision to cut Shane out of her life if that was her wish. Jessie had made her objections and then just left it alone. She knew how stubborn Mitchie was.
The baby changed all that. Shane, though he had made poor decisions, wasn't a jerk off. He wasn't a bum or stupid or using Mitchie or a cheater. He did none of those things. He was a great guy and he deserved to know that he fathered a child. If he would've hurt the kid or had been a random one night stand, well, that would have been something different. But he wasn't. Mitchie and he were in a loving relationship for a long time not that long ago.
She approached the door, raised her hand and knocked on it firmly. Mitchie was going to kill her for this. She had been vehement about Shane not knowing. Jessie hoped that their friendship survived. As the door opened, she realized that there was no turning back. She'd never been to Shane's room other than to pick up Mitchie. He would know something was up.
"We need to talk," she blurted out. Shane just stood there, a stunned and confused look on his face. He nodded and stood to the side to let her in. She sat down in the chair by his desk while he sat across from her on his bed.
"What's up?" He asked her, sitting with one leg against his chest and leaning on it. The other hung off the bed.
"Something happened and I think that you need to know about it," she began.
"What's wrong? Is Mitchie ok? What happened?" The panic was clear in both his voice and his eyes. His foot had come down though he wasn't standing… yet. Jessie cringed. She hadn't meant to worry him.
"Nothing's wrong. Mitchie is fine. There's just a… situation."
"Jessie, are you going to come out and tell me what's going on or are we going to play twenty questions?"
Jessie sighed, preparing herself. This was harder than she thought it was going to be. Mitchie had been so vehement… one look into the still worried face of Shane, though, dispelled all her fears. He had to know. He, at least, would have a better grasp of what to do about the situation than she did.
"Shane, Mitchie's pregnant."
Jessie had never seen a face go from worried, to happy, to hurt all in the same instant. Shane seemed to pull it off flawlessly.
"Why is it that you're telling me this and not Mitchie," he asked softly. He was pretty sure that he knew the answer but was going to make her say it anyways. Jessie had to admit that he was pretty quick to know that something wasn't right if Jessie was telling him. Good to know there would be at least one intelligent person around.
"Because she wasn't going to tell you. She has no idea that I'm here. She's going to kill me. As in, I don't know if our friendship will recover kind of kill me. But you have a right to know, Shane. It's your kid."
A small smile played on his lips. They were going to have a kid. The knowledge that she didn't want him in their child's life hurt though. Hurt almost as much as her breaking it off with him. Maybe he had fucked things up more than he thought.
"You have to do something," Jessie interjected into his thought process. "She doesn't want to go through this alone, not really. She wants you. She's just so confused and… I don't know what else. Shane, please help her."
He looked up and smiled at Jessie. She was just as worried as he was. He could tell this had been eating away at her. Maybe this was why Mitchie had broken it off. Maybe she had been hiding it for so long because she was scared that he wouldn't want to have children with her.
"How far along?" he asked.
"Just under two months."
Shane did the timeline in his head. They hadn't been dating then. She had broken up with him weeks before that. He had still been on his 'sleep with every girl available' spree two months ago. They baby couldn't be his. They hadn't—
Except they had. That one night when they had had been together though neither had planned to be. In fact, he had almost slept with someone else that night.
"Fuck," he muttered. "I didn't even think about it. She had always been on birth control. I didn't even know…"
"So she mentioned. But apparently she decided that it wasn't worth the money every month when she didn't need it. She didn't think of it herself and since there was no reason for you to… well you know the rest."
Shane buried his face in his hands. Yeah, he knew. He knew that he was going to be a dad in about seven months and she wasn't even going to tell him. It seemed that he wasn't going to be able to put off their talk anymore. He and Mitchie needed to sit down and talk tonight.
"I'll take care of it, Jess."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, picking her book bag up off the floor where she had dropped it.
"Don't know," he answered getting up and opening the door for her, "but I'll think of something. Don't worry." He let her walk past him out the door. "Oh and Jess?"
She turned to look at him.
"Thanks."
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Pregnant. Mitchie, his Mitchie, was pregnant. He couldn't help be secretly excited, despite all the other things that he had heard. He was hurt and upset that she hadn't planned on telling him. If Jessie hadn't told him he would have never known. School ended in about 5 days, less depending on Mitchie's finals schedule, and she wouldn't have been showing by then, not really. Not enough that he could tell.
But there was a much larger part that couldn't wait to be the dad of her kids. He wondered if it would be a boy or girl, who it would look like more and how he would keep from spoiling the child ceaselessly. He'd send it to the best schools; teach it all sorts of things. Of course they would have to get day care for the first year so they could both graduate but that shouldn't be too difficult. They'd also have to move off campus, but again, not difficult. There were lots of houses in Pennsylvania.
Kids. He had to tell Jason. He would flip out! He wished that he and Mitchie had been a little more traditional about it, marriage before kids, but they could get married before she gave birth. Or after if that was what she preferred. Or—wait, he had to tell himself. Slow down. Mitchie still didn't even know he knew and he was already making wedding plans. He sighed, realizing that he'd once again have to convince her that they were meant to be together. Or at least that he wasn't going to be kept out of this child's life. How to do that though? As often as he had to try and win Mitchie back, he was running out of ideas. And since she wouldn't just talk to him… a slow smile spread across his face.
It was his last chance. Because after this, he wasn't sure there was anything left to do.
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Mitchie opened the door to her room and had to blink a few times to make sure the scene in front of her was real. Well, it wasn't disappearing. She checked the numbers on the door. No, this was definitely her room. However, the, what looked like, hundreds of post-it notes on her walls in every color a person could think of were definitely not there this morning.
"What the hell…" She closed the door and read the first one by the door.
I really love architecture. I could do that anywhere.
She glanced at the next one.
Sam, Aaron and Xavier are my favorite boy names.
Mitchie, Jessica and Rose are my favorite girl names, said the one next to it. Mitche kept reading, post-it after post-it, fact after fact.
I love Europe and would probably take you there on our honeymoon.
I want to live wherever your job is.
I would stay at home and let you go to work.
I would support you if you didn't.
I like the idea of getting married in May in a garden full of your favorite flowers. I would build the garden if we couldn't find one that we liked. June would be ok too.
If I can't have kids with you, I don't want to have kids. I only want your kids.
I'd let you have the remote control.
I would give up Sunday football if you wanted to spend time with me. Except the Super Bowl.
I like arguing with you. Makes my life interesting.
I like making up even more.
They were all like this, answering every doubt she had ever had about their relationship. There were even things answered that she hadn't thought to ask, like that they would have HD instead of just plain old cable and that he would never live in an apartment, only a house. He preferred dogs to cats but would be ok with both as long as they had a dog. Mitchie stepped past the armoire that blocked her view of the rest of the room and sitting cross legged in the middle of the room, in her favorite chair, was Shane, looking much too sexy in his usual button down shirt, favorite jeans and bare feet. A person just shouldn't be allowed to look that good. There was a post it note stuck to his forehead and there was a smile on his lips. Mitchie walked only close enough so that she could read it.
Will you marry me? Please?
"Shane," she managed to breathe out. "Shane, how could you still want to marry me, still love me, after everything I've done?"
He answered with a simple shrug of his shoulders and smile on his face.
"As if I could ever stop loving you." He stood up and closed the distance that she had put between them. "You told me we never talked, that I would never answer your questions. Do you have any questions left for me?"
"Can you ever forgive me?" she asked, half laughing, half choking on the question. She needed to know but didn't want to ask in case the answer was no. A lazy smile spread across Shane's face.
"I thought the answer to that would have been obvious," he scoffed. "Now will you answer my question?"
"Is that really the only thing you want to know?" she asked quietly. He had to know her secret already, with all the "answers" that he had posted in her room. He had to want to know why she hadn't planned on telling him.
"It's the only one that matters," he answered honestly.
"Do you realize how many times you've asked me to marry you?"
He laughed softly. Again, as if it mattered. Sometimes the girl was just too cute for words.
"And I'll keep asking until you tell me no."
Mitchie took the post-it note off his forehead, looked at it for a moment and then smiled. He'd make a good dad, an amazing dad. Why had she been so stupid to think that she could keep this away from him? What made her think that she could stay away from him? Maybe this whole thing hadn't been about how he didn't talk but how she didn't listen. Maybe she had just been scared. Mitchie thought that the latter was probably a more accurate assessment.
He, as usual, was right. Whatever else had happened in the months they had been apart didn't matter. They would talk about it afterwards, get through it together. That was the important part. She slid her arms around his neck causing Shane to lean down slightly. Their faces were close enough that Mitchie could feel him breathing.
"Yeah, I'll marry you."
Shane's smiled grew wider and he closed the short distance between them and kissed her fiercely. His lips pressed to hers, hard, as he lifted her clear off the ground. Mitchie's feet dangled a good four inches in the air but she hardly noticed. All she could think of was that she needed to be closer to Shane and there were a lot of things in the way. She wrapped her legs around him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, feeling his heat and his tongue that had been eagerly searching for hers. His hands slid under her shirt and she could feel his warm hands against her skin. She slid down his body, making sure that he could feel her every inch of the way down. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt but he caught her hands.
"Mitchie," he managed to breathe out. He was pretty sure that stopping her was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. "Your roommate."
"Never here," she answered with a shake of her head. "Don't worry." She tried for the buttons again but still no luck.
"But what about-"
"Shane," she interrupted, "if we're not naked and in my bed in about five seconds, you're going to have bigger problems than if my roommate walks in and catches us having sex."
She had barely finished her sentence when she realized that she was already on the bed, Shane over her. Before she could blink, she was naked from the waist up and she felt Shane's lips against her nipple and his tongue teasing it. A moan escaped her lips. She laced her fingers in Shane hair as the sensation increased, this time on her other breast. Usually she would let Shane have free reign over her body, letting him pleasure her in ways she had never dreamed about, but this time was different. It had been so long, so stupidly long, since they'd been together and even if they counted the time she got pregnant, it wasn't like now. Now she just wanted to see him, to know he was there. She put her hand under his chin making him look up and leave his post at her chest. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear slightly before mumbling in her ear.
"What's wrong, Love?" There was a slight crease between his eyebrows, the physical manifestation of his worry. He didn't want to do anything that she didn't enjoy. Mitchie shook her head, smiling.
"Nothing. I just wanted to see you."
He laughed at her, a low, throaty laugh. He leaned down and kissed her and resumed his ministrations on her breasts with his hands. However, his lips never left hers. His hand moved to her jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping them over her hips. She just couldn't seem to get enough of him. Her body arched towards him as they kissed and she felt his arms wrap securely around her. Their kiss broke for a minute as they removed the rest of the clothes that they wore but the second she felt his warm skin once again against hers, his lips were back, molding themselves to her, shaping them, teasing them, tasting them.
This wasn't like the last time. There was little waiting, little foreplay, not that she had needed it anyways. The minute he had kissed her she had been ready, wet with the knowledge that they would be together again. She felt Shane slowly sink into her, feeling every inch of his long member as he entered her. He shifted his hips slightly so that she felt every inch of him as he pulled out. His pelvis rubbed up against her clitoris as he pushed into her. Over and over his did this, arousing every nerve in her body. She was so close to orgasming, her breath coming fast.
"Mitchie," he murmured. "Mitchie, Mitchie, Mitchie, Mitchie."
She loved the sound of her name on his lips, an indication of how close he was, of what she was doing to him and how she could so completely and so easily make him drop all of his defenses and give himself to her. He pushed into her again with a groan as she felt pleasure take control of her muscles. Vaguely she was aware of Shane coming in her, his body just as rigid with ecstasy.
They lay there, completely spent, enjoying the feel of their skin touching almost everywhere two humans could. Mitchie enjoyed his weight on her: heavy and reassuring. She kissed him again though they had barely stopped kissing through the whole thing. Shane didn't seem to mind. Finally he moved off of her but he didn't go far. He lay next to her his arm slung across her back. They both were on their stomachs looking at each other. Mitchie's eyes were already starting to droop. Shane leaned over and kissed her, huge smile plastered on his face.
"Sleep, sweetheart, just sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
She smiled, kissed him again and then slipped into sleep.
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Shane watched her as she slept. She never stopped being stunning to him. Her hair was spread all over the pillow, dark contrasting against the light of the sheets he had given her. He was happy to see that she had kept them. In her sleep she had unconsciously shifted closer to him. He could smell her, the remnants of their love making still on her skin. It was hard to let her sleep and not touch her, caress her, kiss her. Damn, he wanted to kiss her. Even after all that he had kissed her he still didn't feel like it was enough. He had gone about three months without kissing this girl when, previously, he had done it every day. No, he had definitely not kissed her enough to make up for the three months he missed.
Not being able to resist even now, he pressed his lips lightly to hers. She moaned groggily before opening her eyes. They were clouded with sleep, not fully focused on the situation around her. A smile spread slowly across her face as she began to remember what had happened.
"Didn't you sleep?" she whispered. Shane shook his head.
"No."
"Why?"
"I was… scared," he admitted slowly. She chuckled.
"Of what? The dark?"
"No," he answered, laughing at her slightly himself. "I wasn't sure you'd be here when I woke up. I wanted to be awake if you decided to leave."
Her face dropped at his answer and he cursed himself. He shouldn't have said anything. It was stupid of him to remind of the things that probably hurt her just as severely as they hurt him. He smiled, though a little more sadly then usual, and kissed her quickly.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"Why not? I deserve a lot worse for leaving you like that. I can't even begin to imagine what it felt like."
Shane could still remember exactly how it felt. It felt like his heart had been torn out. It felt about ten times worse then when she broke up with him because at least when she had called it off she had done it to his face and not run off afterwards. He hadn't just had the most wonderfully fantastic physical and emotional moment of his life when she broke it off the first time. The first time she left it just left a hole and so he had tried to fill it. The second time the hole was still there but this time it ate away at him and his only goal was to get her back before it consumed him completely.
He could feel tears building up in his eyes, in the back of his throat, and he tried as hard as he could to keep them at bay. It didn't work. He felt one squeeze out and he hated it. He didn't want Mitchie to know how badly she had hurt him. He never wanted her to know that kind of pain.
"Oh, Shane!" Mitchie wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could. His arm encircled her body and he rested his head against her hair.
"I'm sorry, Mitchie. I should be the one to get rid of your tears and here it is the other way around."
"Shane, don't apologize to me! This is all my fault!" Mitchie couldn't believe how much she had hurt him. She had never seen Shane cry, not once, and she had known him for five years now. She couldn't begin to realize how much damage there was if he was so upset he couldn't stop himself from crying. She knew that he did everything he could to keep tears from her. She was glad that he hadn't. She deserved a lot worse.
"I'm so sorry, Shane. I can't believe that I was so stupid but I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"There's nothing to make up. You did what you thought was best. How can I blame you for that? You might have been interested in someone else for all I knew. I wasn't going to stop you from being happy if someone else would really do that."
"How can you be so rational?" she asked, bewildered. "How can I possibly deserve someone so absolutely sweet to me that even though I almost destroy his happiness he's still willing to forgive me?"
"Because I wasn't kidding when I told you nothing else mattered. I wasn't exactly a saint through all of this, Mitchie. There were things that I did that I could tell devastated you when you found out. I hated that I had hurt you again, despite the fact that I had told you I never would. At least you were discreet about your other relationships. I purposely flaunted mine so you would see. I mean I can't imagine what that was like. I went crazy just thinking about you with some other, faceless, guy. Actually seeing the guy you were sleeping with…" he shook his head as if trying to rid himself of the memory. "Even now I can't think about it."
"You don't have to. I didn't sleep with any other guys. I kissed one and hated it because it wasn't you. His kisses were nothing like yours. Yours are passionate and set my whole body on fire. His were… just nothing."
"Ugh," Shane groaned into the pillow. "Please don't tell me things like that."
"I'm sorry," she answered, "I didn't think it would bother you to hear that you kissed better."
"That's not it," he said, taking his face out of the pillow. "Don't tell me that you didn't sleep with anyone. That makes what I did worse."
She rolled her eyes. This was getting ridiculous.
"Shane, we both made mistakes. Why don't we just agree on that and forget the rest?"
"I guess we can do that," he answered her, smiling. "Just forget everything that's happened in the past three months."
"Well, maybe not everything," she said as she slid his hand to her abdomen. The smile that erupted from Shane erased every other emotion he'd felt in the past hour. She had never seen him so happy.
"Definitely not everything," he agreed. "A baby, Mitchie. I can't believe we're going to have a baby!"
She laughed at his enthusiasm. She had been so worried about telling him. She didn't want a baby to be the thing that decided if they got married or not, if they were together. She didn't want him giving up his life because of one stupid mistake that actually was her fault and not his. Now she could see that children had always been part of his plan for life.
"You're really happy about this aren't you? I thought you'd be more upset. We're so young to have children."
"That's ridiculous. People don't wait to have kids because they're young. They wait because their either scared the person will leave them as a single parent or they don't have any money. The first won't be a problem since I'm planning on never letting you leave my arms unless absolutely necessary," he didn't pause as she chuckled, "and I have enough money for you to have ten children and still spoil them ceaselessly."
"I'm glad everything worked out well. I'll have to thank Jessie for telling you even though I told her not to."
"You know that she spilled the beans?"
"I didn't tell anyone else, Shane, other than the doctor. Wasn't a hard leap to make."
"That's another thing we'll need to do," he told her. Mitchie raised an eyebrow in question. "Find you a doctor, a good doctor. As in the best. I don't want anything happening to either of you."
"Shane, you don't have to do that. I'll find one around here that my insurance covers. It's not a big deal," she reassured him. Shane groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Will you, just this once, let me lavish you a bit? You always get so annoyed when I give you things; well I'm not compromising on this. It's my baby too and I want it to have the best doctors and its mother to be comfortable the entire time she's pregnant. I'm going to pay for your doctors, I'm going to pay for the house that we live in next year and I'm going to pay for every other comfort you require and you're not going to argue."
"Shane, you can't-"
Shane silenced her with his lips. He only meant to quiet her, quickly kiss her to silence the protest, only he couldn't stop once he started. He coaxed her mouth open with his tongue, moved so his body was over her as he continued to assault her mouth. She wasn't protesting in the least. She was managing to turn him on all over again despite the fact that they had sex less than an hour ago. Sometimes it amazed him the effect that she had on him. He felt her smile as they kissed. Her hips pressed again his, feeling his arousal against her.
"Again? Don't you ever get tired?" she chuckled.
"Of you? Hardly. I plan to make up for every day of the three months I missed with you."
"In one day?" She wasn't really objecting and they both knew it. She just enjoyed teasing him.
"If you'll let me," he answered before pushing into her and sending her over the edge all over again.
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That was a super long chapter! I didn't really expect it to be that long. In fact I expected it to be WAY shorter. So yay! Our favorite couple is back together but that doesn't mean everything is dandy. Let's see how they handle getting married and having a kid. Till next time!