Elora could not sleep that night. She sat up, got out of bed, carefully covered Jason back up with the sheets, grabbed a robe and went outside, making sure that she switched off the burglar alarm first. Then, she wandered by the pool and gazed up at the many stars.

After five minutes, not to her surprise, the patio door opened and Jason stepped out.

"Elora?"

"Hi."

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" he asked, coming over and taking her hand, interlacing their fingers.

She smiled. "Nothing…really."

"You sure?" Jason whispered.

"No," she admitted, biting her lip.

Jason brushed some of her hair out of her face and was shocked to see a tear running down her face. "Elora, please tell me," he begged. "Please, please with a golden birdhouse on top?"

Elora started to laugh but it turned into a sob. "I'm scared," she admitted, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Of what?"

"Of being…p-parents, Jase. I'm scared we'll do something wrong and everything will turn out horrible." She leaned against him miserably, her arms winding around her waist.

Jason stood frozen for a second, then he pulled her in for a hug. "Me, too," he admitted. "But we have each other. We can do this. I promise."

She sniffed and Jason stood there holding her beside the pool for what seemed like forever. But neither of them minded.

Two Days L8er

"Elora! Elora, guess what?!" Jason cried, leaping on the bed and bouncing on his knees.

She woke with a start. "What? What? Jason? What are you doing?"

"I'm telling you the great news I have!" Jason exclaimed, bouncing even higher.

Elora held up her hands. "Okay, okay! Stop before you trigger the morning sickness!"

Jason froze, his eyes going wide. Elora rubbed her stomach, then sighed, relaxing. "Okay," she sighed. "Tell me. Calmly."

"We're going to Camp Rock!!"

"WHAT!?" Elora shrieked, sitting bolt upright.

So much for calm.

"YUP! Shane rented it, the whole thing, for a few weeks! It'll be just us there, plus Caitlyn, Nate and the Gray family. I'M SERIOUS!" Jason looked like an excited puppy that'd just brought its first kill to its masters.

"Really?!" Elora gasped, her eyes sparkling. "That sounds fantastic! But why?"

"Oh…I just begged Shane, telling him you were stressed and needed a vaca from California. PLEASE SAY YOU'LL GO! We can make a birdhouse," he added, grinning.

"You had me at 'Camp Rock,'" Elora told him. "When do we leave?"

"At the end of the week!"

"Okay! Thank you so much Jason," she said, hugging him.

"You're welcome," he answered, kissing the top of her head. Then he realized something. "But…I thought I had you when I asked you to marry me." His forehead crumpled in confusion.

Elora laughed and hugged him. "Then, and now," she assured him. "And forever."

Mitchie curled up next to Shane and yawned hugely. "Boy," she mumbled. "I'm exhausted. Who knew crawling babies could move so fast?"

"I know," Shane agreed, wrapping his arms around her. They were quiet for a second, then Mitchie voiced a worry she'd had for a while.

"Shane?"

"Yes?"

"Have…have you noticed something wrong about Caitlyn?" she asked tentatively.

Shane froze for a second. "Why?"

"I don't know…she just seems quiet…sad, a little lonely despite the fact Nate is always here. You know what I mean?" Mitchie sighed. "Maybe it's over-reacting but she just seems different."

"Should I tell you the truth or will it only worry you?"

"That depends."

"Well…Nate told me something…and I think that's what's bugging Cait. Don't worry. She's fine."

Mitchie was quiet. "You know," she said finally. "That is not the most comforting thing in the world to say to your wife, especially if it's about your best friend's wife."

Shane was quiet.

"Kidding," Mitchie mumbled once before falling asleep.

"Good."

A Week Later

Elora leaned out the window and grinned. "I've missed this place," she sighed. "And I was here only a few months ago. Still…"

Jason parked the car, shut off the ignition and smiled. "Me, too."

They got out. The Gray Family Expedition car pulled next to them, and Nate and Caitlyn's red Land Rover pulled next to them. Everyone was climbing out and stretching from the long drive.

A light, late fall breeze ruffled Elora's hair as she bounced around, feeling like she was thirteen again and arriving for the first time.

"Omigod look at lake! It's sooo high! And the trees! They're amber!"

"And, look, an overly excited married woman," Shane added, grinning. Elora stuck her tongue out at him.

"Jerk," she muttered.

"I know," he shrugged, before joining Mitchie at getting little Matthew out of the backseat.

Matthew seemed to know this was a special place. His dark eyes were wide, he was, for once, silent, taking in the beautiful campsite.

"Glub?" he asked, staring at his mother after a second.

"Yep," Mitchie answered, even though she had no idea what he was asking. Matthew, however, seemed content with her answer, and settled down in her arms, still observing (when he got into moods like this, Shane swore he'd be an excellent scientist, always observing.).

Nate stretched and groaned. "Wow, that was longer than I thought," he said to Caitlyn.

"Speak for yourself!" she huffed, smiling. "You fell asleep for five hours. It was longer for me. And, I had to drive your shift!"

"Eh, I'll drive on the way back," Nate shrugged. "No big deal."

"Fine. But you're paying for your own ticket." Caitlyn smirked and got out her luggage.

"I do not get tickets! When was the last time-"

"Last week," she interrupted. "Remember?"

Nate's chocolate eyes went wide. "That was a ticket? I thought it was a warning…"

"Nope," Caitlyn said cheerfully. "I checked. You have a court hearing in a few weeks."

"Awwwwwwwww, man," Nate whined.

Things seemed to be getting better for them. The first hour had been a bit awkward for Nate, what with him knowing what she wanted and she not knowing he knew what she wanted. But, as he'd realized, she was still Caitlyn.

"Tough luck, dude," Shane said, punching him on the arm.

"I swear he said it was a warning!"

"No, I said that," Mitchie interjected. "I caught you with one hand in the cookie jar. Remember?"

"Hey," Nate murmured, going red. "They were oatmeal chocolate chip, and I needed my sugar intake. Remember? My diet?" To prove his point, he lifted a part of his shirt, pointed to the insulin pump stuck to his side, then crossed his arms defiantly. "So there."

Everyone rolled their eyes and continued to get out their luggage, except for Jason and Elora, who'd already emptied the car and gone off somewhere no one else wanted to know.

Mitchie and Shane were in the cabin closet to the mess hall ("So I can get breakfast cooked faster," was how Mitchie put it) Nate and Caitlyn were in the one Mitchie, Tess, Ella, and Peggy had slept in that one time, so many years ago, and Elora and Jason were the farthest away, near the woods. Privacy needed much, for them.

"Is it just me," Shane asked as they wandered across the grass. "Or does everything seem…smaller?"

"You said that last time," Nate pointed out. "And yes, in fact, it doe—oof!"He stumbled one of the bags and fell flat on his face.

His wife and the Grays, Matthew included, burst into laughter.

Nate spit out a mouthful of dirt and grumbled "It's not funny."

Sorry that took soooo long. My parents are suddenly anti-fun, my math teacher is determined to ruin our lives with homework, and now I've got volleyball! ARRRGG!!

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