Disclaimer: If you don't know that I don't own Camp Rock by now, then there is something really wrong with you.
This is the last chapter, not including the epilogue. Tell me if you'd like a sequel, and an idea of what you'd like to happen in said sequel. Otherwise, I'm leaving it as is, and you can go back and reread it if you'd like.
Also, I don't own Red Bull.
Mitchie was bouncing so much that I had to hold her hand to prevent her from bouncing into something- or someone. It was as if someone had given her 12 cups of coffee or Red Bull or something. She was all giggly and hyper, and I could see that it was starting to get on Caitlyn's nerves. Her hands were clenched at her sides, like she was trying desperately not to punch her.
We were waiting outside the DYFS building along with Mitchie's parents, Tiffany, Jason, Nate, Caitlyn, and Lola, and it seemed like much more time had passed than ten minutes. It seemed as if an entire day had gone by. I waited anxiously, hoping that it wouldn't take much longer. I could tell that Caitlyn was getting towards the end of her fuse, and Mitchie was becoming desperate.
The door opened slowly, and the social worker walked out, leading Joey by the hand. He scanned the sidewalk for a second, then waved as he spotted us. The social worked helped him down the steps, then let go of his hand. Mitchie and I knelt down as Joey flew towards us, and we held onto him as if we would never let go. Mitchie began to cry, and refused to let anyone else hold him. This was my family, my wife, my son, and I wouldn't give them up for the world.
"Hi, Mama!" Joey crowed delightedly.
"Hey, baby," she smiled. She buried her face into his wild curls and hugged him even tighter.
"Shane!"
"Hey, what's up, Little Man?" I ruffled his hair, and Mitchie passed him to me. Joey threw his arms around my neck and squeezed so hard, he had me gagging. Mitchie and her parents laughed, and I loosened his grip on my neck.
"Today's Mama's birthday," I whispered in his ear.
"Happy Birthday, Mama!" he squealed.
"Aww, thank you," Mitchie crooned. I handed him back to her, and she snatched him out of my arms and began covering him with kisses. I simply smiled, knowing that she needed this, to be able to hold him close and know that he was really here.
"So, what do you say we go home and show Joey his new room?" Connie suggested, smiling at her daughter and grandson.
"Sure," Mitchie and I answered together. She grinned at me, setting Joey on the ground. We both took his hands, leading him back to my car. Joey squealed with delight as he splashed through every puddle he could reach. I laughed, and didn't care about the fact that it was pouring, or that Joey would get the car seats all wet. I was just glad that we were finally all together as a family again.
YAY! LAST CHAPTER! Well, sort of. There's one more chapter, but that's the epilogue and stuff, so... yeah. And yeah, I know it's short. I wrote it in a notebook, and it seems a lot longer in there than it does on Fanfiction. Please review!