I'm glad you all liked the DC version, and those of you who didn't read it, I'm glad you appreciated the split. Anywho, Shane is a whore. Haha. Not really. Well, a little. Anyway, I now have a blog -which is my homepage link in my profile- to keep ya'll up-to-date with all of the ATCR-LKG-AINE stuff. Yes, be confused. All of the stuff that would normally be in my profile for this story is now on there, since most of my profile was stuff for this story. By the way, I need a series name for these, cause obviously 11 letters is too much to write and remember. So, suggestions? Thanks.

And Angie-Ange was our 1500 reviewer! Yay. We've officially -okay it was awhile ago, but whatev- surpassed ATCR. Thanks guys, you rock. I love you all. And a special thanks -as always- to SourSkittles, my dear Allison. Yes I own her! Haha, not really. Anyway, she helped me, as always, with this chapter. I tried writing a song, again. We'll see what ya'll think of it.

Chapter 23:

Did you know that my husband has the inability to sit still for too long? We were only in the air for an hour before he became completely bored. Of course, this was after the exhausting experience through the airport. Someone found out we were going to Greece and the paparazzi and fans were swarming the security gate for the terminal. Thankfully, we were in first class and the last ones on the flight.

"Mitchie, I'm bored." Shane complained.

I rolled my eyes, personally exhausted. "Go to sleep." I groaned, leaning against him. "I'm exhausted between last night-" He smirked, "and all of the paparazzi between the hotel and the airport. I want to sleep."

He pouted. "Fine. Sleep."

I rolled my eyes again. "Well, what would you like to do since you are so bored?" I asked. His eyes light up and he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Shane!" I yelled, smacking his arm. A few people around us gave us weird looks. I whispered back, "I am not having sex with you on a plane."

He pouted again. "Why not?" He whined. "Don't want to join the mile high club?" He asked cheekily.

"Not particularly, no." I replied.

"Mit-chie." He whined.

"If your so bored, why don't you go join the mile high club on your own?" I asked sarcastically.

He smirked and leaned down to whisper again. "I'd rather you join me." He was trying to be seductive, and succeeding.

"No." I replied firmly. "That concept is disgusting. Who knows what's in there." I shivered in disgust. He looked rather dejected, though. I leaned up to whisper in his ear. "But, I promise someday we can do it if you have your own plane." I watched as his entire body tensed.

"How 'bout the Lava jet?" He asked with a raised eye brow.

I shrugged. "Maybe. Can I go to sleep now?" He rolled his eyes, but let me sleep anyway.

When I woke up a few hours later, I was resting completely against Shane's side, with his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders and back. His head was resting against mine and I could hear him humming and occasionally singing softly. I laid there for almost 15 minutes without him realizing I was awake.

"I had you for the first time tonight…" He hummed. "Everything just felt so right… Would've waited for forever if I had to… Just to have you for one night." He paused. "Couldn't have picked a better moment, Couldn't have picked a better time. Everything is perfect with you by my side. I'm gonna keep you there forever, And always hold you through the night. Never leave me here alone without you, cause I don't know how long I'd last." He stopped again.

"Finish it." I said softly, my eyes still closed. I must have startled him, because he jumped slightly.

"I'm still working on it. I'll probably forget it, anyway." I sat up suddenly, pulling out my song book. Shane gave me an odd look, not aware that I'd been writing songs again. I noticed most people were asleep at that point, except for us.

"When did you start writing again?" He asked softly, taking in the numerous pages I'd already used.

I shrugged. "I never stopped. I just, was lacking inspiration." I watched his face fall. "I would write to get out frustration. Those are all of the songs I've written since Nate gave that to me on our first Christmas." I pointed to the pile of 15 or so songs. That's in 2 and half years. "Life isn't that horrible or confusing. I'm not, trying to find myself or stand out."

He pouted. "I don't inspire you?" He asked.

"Oh, you inspire me." I replied. "Who do you think inspired most of those? I'm not good at love songs, Shane. It's not my style." I shrugged.

He nodded. "Are you gonna write as I sing?" He asked, pointing towards the book.

"Yeah. You'll have to remember the melody yourself, though, since we don't have a guitar on hand."

He looked away a bit. "We'll add the music after we land."

I groaned. "You brought your guitar?"

"How can I serenade my beautiful wife if I don't have my guitar?" He asked cupping my cheek with his hand.

I sighed, nuzzling his hand slightly. "You were doing just fine before."

"Yeah, but… anyway, where did I stop?" He changed the subject back to the song.

"Never leave me here alone without you, cause I don't know how long I'd last." I said reading off the paper I'd copied the lyrics onto. "Was that the chorus?"

He nodded. "Okay, hmm." He thought for a few minutes while I started doodling a melody above the lyrics. It would definitely get rewritten, but it was a jumping point. "Never saw anything more beautiful…Not even one of God's angels... Tonight, they can't compare to you. You have my world in a lull." He stopped. "Hmm. Write down the chorus again." I did as he said. I looked at him as he thought. "I've waited for you for so long… And I couldn't have pick a more perfect angel." He paused once more. "Say your mine for more than just tonight… um, cause everything's perfect with you here… Stay with me forever, and let me hold you through the nights." He nodded to himself, satisfied with the song so far.

"I like it." I smiled.

"Only like? I don't like when you like songs about you."

I don't know why I was surprised, but I was. "That's about me?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, it's about my other wife." I smiled softly. "Seriously, only like?" He pouted.

"I love it. You compared me to an angel." I said, still in disbelief.

"You are an angel." He replied.

I scoffed. "A fallen angel."

"That's the best kind." He smirked slightly. "Either way, you're my angel."

"You are such a fluff ball." I giggled, pushing him slightly.

"I thought the phrase was a 'cheese ball'?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Not a huge fan of cheese. I happen to love fluff, though."

He smiled at me. "That mean you love me?"

"Absolutely." I smiled.

"Ya know, you haven't helped me write a song in a while." He commented softly. "Not since we wrote the songs for Play My Music."

"You haven't written songs since then." I said shrugging. He shook his head and pulled out a thick five subject notebook from his own carry-on. I knew it was his song book. He wrote scraps of songs in one section, working songs in another and final copies in the last one. The other two were extra space for the working songs and scraps. He'd realized composition notebooks just weren't good for him.

He wordlessly handed it to me. I read the cover, April 2010. This was his newest book. I smiled at the picture of us on the inside of the cover. The first section and half of the second were covered in random lines. Some were from other songs that he liked and were inspiring. Others were two or three lines he'd thought of. His notebook was always like this, so that wasn't surprising.

I flipped to the third section to find a lot of songs in the working stages. The last section was filled with finished lyrics. He started using the back pages of the section in front of it.

"There has to be…. 50 plus songs in here, Shane." I commented, skimming through them.

He nodded. "Yup. About that. 56 last time I counted."

"Since April?" I asked.

He nodded again. "The first song in there is from when I decided to propose. Asked her daddy today if I could, take her away and make her mine…" He sang the lines to me. "They aren't all love songs. There's a song in there about one morning with Jason. That was funny." I smiled as I flipped through the songs. I paused on a song called Sunrise.

"What's this one about?" I asked.

He looked at the song. "Our first date." He smiled. "Nah, that morning. When we were all sitting there watching the sunrise. Surprisingly upbeat." He commented. I scanned the lyrics.

"You may be beautiful but sun don't spoil my fun? That's upbeat?" I teased.

"Yeah. The song is about hanging out and having fun, but the rising sun is bring reality that the night's almost over, and it's back to daily life. I'm gonna hang on until that last ray shines above, Party like tomorrow hasn't yet begun. It's living in the moment." He explained.

"Ah. I see. That for the new album?" I asked, seeing a small smiley face next to the title.

"It's a possibility." He conceded. "We haven't even thought about the new album yet."

I smiled and kept looking. "Jersey Girl?" I asked.

"Ain't nothing in world, like my Jersey girl."He sang softly.

"You're such a dork." I laughed.

"Yeah, well. Being a dork makes me a living." He shrugged. "Can I see your songs, now?" He almost begged.

Uncertainly, I handed him the book. I watched him frown reading over the words. "None of these are happy, baby." He commented, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand.

"I know. You'll have to help me write some happier ones." I said. "You are by far better at getting the happy emotions out than I am."

"So, objectives for my honeymoon: one, please my wife until she can't see, walk, talk or think straight; two, get her to write a happy song; three, convince her to record it."

"Do I have to?" I asked.

He pouted. "I never hear you singing anymore. Honestly? I'm worried about you."

I sighed. "I know. I don't know. I've been… off… lately."

"You've been off since we started dating." He mumbled.

"What?" I asked, alarmed. "What makes you say that?"

He shrugged. "It seems like everyday, I'm losing part of the Mitchie I fell in love with."

"Shane… I don't… I don't know what to say to that."

"Don't. I just, I'm worried that you're loosing touch with your music. And that scares me."

"You think I'm depressed." I said softly.

He shrugged. "You didn't have a dark day this year."

"So? I've found closure with that." I snapped slightly.

He sighed. "Baby, I'm just worried. Don't get mad at me." He said softly, but firmly.

"Stop ruining our honeymoon." I snapped again.

He sighed even deeper, and I felt myself sigh as well. He shifted in his seat to look at me head on. "I'm sorry. You're right. Not the time and place for this conversation."

"I'm sorry." I said softly. "I don't know what my problem is. I just… want to enjoy this. We can argue over the phone when you're in Europe." I gave him a half smile.

He groaned, leaning his head back against the seat. "Don't reminded that I'm not going to be with you for that long."

"You have me now. Enjoy it." I said sagely.

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "You won't let me." He smirked.

I smacked him. "I told you, I'm not having sex on a commercial airplane." I hissed.

"See. I can't enjoy you." He said looking at me fully.

I rolled my eyes. "Jerk." I pouted.

"I'm sorry." He laughed, and was clearly not sorry. He wrapped his arm around me again. "We still have like, 5 hours or something. Go to sleep." He kissed my hair. "I need you well rested when we get to our house."

"If you weren't so good, I'd hit you again." I smirked, closing my eyes.

"Oh really?" He asked, but I was already half away asleep.

When I woke up again, Shane was asleep with his head resting against mine. I just smiled and went back to sleep.

A while later, an annoying voice was speaking, waking me up. "Mr. Grey, we're landing soon."

Shane mumbled in response and dropped his head onto my shoulder, snuggling in as close as possible. I opened an eye and saw the source glaring at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked groggily.

"We're landing soon." She snapped slightly.

"Thank you." I replied with a fake smile as she turned to the another passenger. "Shane…" I whispered in his ear, running my fingers through his hair. "Baby, get up."

"Nuh uh." Shane groaned burying his face deeper into my shoulder.

"Come on, Pop star. Get up. You can't enjoy me if you stay asleep on the plane while I'm in Greece." He shot straight up.

"Ow." He cried, not realizing I'd had my fingers in his hair when he did that. He pulled his own hair.

"Oh, sorry." I kissed his pout away. "We're landing soon." I told him rubbing the part of his head that got pulled.

"I heard. She had an annoying voice." He mumbled. "It screeched worse than our alarm clock."

"Excuse me, your alarm clock." I reminded him. "My alarm clock is my computer." I pouted. I hadn't had my same morning routine since I moved in with him.

"Yeah, well, you and Cait can go back to blasting music and dancing around in the mornings when you go to school." He smiled, kissing my temple.

"I don't see why you don't enjoy that." I continued to pout.

He smirked. "Because if I watch you dancing around in your underwear every morning, we'll never leave our bedroom."

"Did getting married turn you into a giant perv?" I laughed.

He nodded enthusiastically. "Actually, yeah." He teased. "I can have bad thoughts and not suffer from them."

"I can still make you suffer." I threatened playfully. A sudden bout of turbulence interrupted our conversation as I gripped his hand tightly.

"Are you serious?" He asked with his face in pure disbelief. "We hit worse turbulence flying home from tour."

"I was a bit preoccupied on that trip." I glared. He just laughed and began rubbing my knee.

We landed a little while later and made our way off of the plane. After gathering all of our stuff off of the baggage claim, we found our limo outside. Shane, of course, couldn't sit still.

"Shane, chill." I scolded playfully.

"But, baby…" He whined. "I'm anxious." He pouted.

I rolled my eyes. "Are you ever satisfied?" I asked.

He shook his head no. "I have a beautiful wife who turns me on just by smiling at me."

Deciding to ruin the moment, I teased him. "Man, you're easy."

"Hey!" He objected. I giggled at him. "That wasn't nice."

I shrugged. "So?" I kissed him lightly, but he quickly took control of this kiss, deepening it. Somehow we ended up making out in the back of the limo. Shane's hand slide up under my shirt and I shivered. "I'm not having sex in the back of the limo, either." I warned him.

He groaned. "Fine."

By the time we arrived at the little seaside villa we were staying at, Shane was… aggravated. I was quite serious about not having sex in the back of the limo. My husband is a whore. Insert smiley face.

"Come on." He urged me as the limo driver began bringing our bags into the main entrance. I rolled my eyes and let him drag me. We were trying to locate the bedroom but ended up in the kitchen instead. As soon as Shane heard the front door close, he pressed me into the kitchen counter.

"Shane…" I warned, but he ignored me. Let's leave it at… I didn't do much cooking in that kitchen in the forty minutes we spent in there.

After another originally unneeded shower, I found Shane in the bedroom. He was on the small balcony over looking the seaside. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, burying the side of my face in his back. "It's beautiful here." I commented as I looked out.

"Yeah. Greece was a good choice, huh?" He said looking back at me over his shoulder.

"We are definitely going out to look around." I said. Shane made a small whimpering noise like Jacob would. "I don't care. I want to. And you sound as pitiful as our dog, doing that."

"But you usually give in to him when he does." Shane argued.

"You aren't as cute. I just can't resist that cute, little, curly pup."

"If I go take a shower will you give in?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Maybe." I laughed as he ran back into the house. He came back a moment later and kissed me in a slow lingering kiss.

"Love you." He whispered and ran back into the house.

I smiled a sad smile to myself. I was going to miss him when we got back from our honeymoon.

And Bree has found her officially favorite look of Joe Jonas. In Living the Dream when he's talking, with the beanie and the curly/wavy hair… ahh. And its not exactly wavy, cause my hair is wavy, like borderline curly, and his is curlier. But it's not, like tight curls like Kevin and Nick. Either way, its TMN. (Inside joke.)