You guys lucked out. I was supposed to leave at 3 to head to my brother's house, and I tried to get the chapter done before then -and I did- but I wasn't going to have time to post it, but because I'm hitching a ride with my other brother, I'm now not leaving until like 4:30. So, be happy. I'm not particullary in love with this chapter. I find it a bit awkward in places, but I couldn't really fix it. I started it last night and short of rewriting the whole chapter, I couldn't really do much. But, I'm leaving soon, so…

Chapter 24:

I was laying in bed with Shane, cuddled into his chest while he played with my hair. He had called a local translator service who in turn called and ordered us food. When we heard the front door, we began bickering.

"Baby, can you get that?" He asked, trying to be sweet.

"You're the man, you do it." I pouted.

"I don't want to answer the door with my hair curly." He pouted back.

I rolled my eyes. "But I'm tired. Someone's worn me out."

"Please?" He begged. I sighed and threw the sheets off. He groaned as I slipped on his shirt.

"Where did you leave the Euros?" I asked. He mumbled something about his pocket. I couldn't find them and yelled at Shane to find them while I got the door.

I finally answered the door and found an attractive young Grecian. He said hello in Greek, though I have no idea what he actually said.

"My husband is finding our money." I tried to explain, gesturing inside with a small apologetic smile.

He smiled. "I don't…" He paused, thinking. "Speak English."

I smiled back. "I don't speak Greek."

Shane came out a moment later, money in hand. "I definitely should have gotten a smaller villa." He said shaking his head. "I got lost."

I smiled. I noticed his eyes darken a bit as he saw the delivery guy staring at my legs. I rolled my eyes, but he behaved, mostly.

"Thank you." He handed the guy the Euros and closed the door after taking the food. "You." He pointed at me with a bag of food in hand. "Stop answering doors half dressed." He commanded.

My mouth fell open in shock. "You did not just say that."

"Every time you do, there's some guy checking you out at the door."

"Oh there is not." I pushed past him, trying to find the kitchen again.

He scoffed. "Yes, there is. Every time we order food and you answer the door, there's a guy. And they always check you out." He argued.

"Shocking. Every time you answer the door, there's a guy. Hmm. What a strange coincidence." I said sarcastically as I managed to find the dining room instead. Shane followed, still arguing.

"They don't check me out." He replied. I rolled my eyes at the stupidity of this conversation.

"I'd hope not. That would make ever delivery guy out there gay. The lonely girls need someone to hit on them on Friday nights when they order food all alone." I began taking food out of the bags.

"You're missing the point." He sighed aggravated.

I rolled my eyes, again. "That's because there is no point."

"You have no idea how many people stare at you on a daily basis do you?" He asked frustrated.

"I wasn't aware I walk around half dressed on a daily basis." I said simply.

"I'm not even talking about that. I mean, in general. Mitchie, guys are always staring at you." Shane insisted.

I scoffed. "They are not. I'm not that pretty, Shane."

"Yes, you are. You have… amazing… legs. So, you don't have a huge chest, but not every guy is attracted to huge, fake breasts… and your smile… it's… what?" He stopped talking when he realized I was glaring at him slightly.

"Thanks for the confidence boost." I said stabbing my food.

"What?" He asked, generally confused. Why are guys so dense sometimes?

"'So, you don't have a huge chest'. Gee, as if I weren't self conscious enough about that." I pouted.

"Why are you? Do you really want a huge chest that guys can't stop staring at and never take you seriously because of? And it's not exactly small… they're bigger than Stas'. I mean, Cait's are bigger but-"

"Please tell me you did not just compare my boobs to Stas and Cait's?" His face took on an 'oh crap' look and he started moving his mouth. Nothing was coming out of it though. "Do I even want to know when that conversation took place?" I asked, knowing that the guys had to have had this as a group discussion.

"Back on tour." He mumbled.

I shrieked. "What? When?" I demanded.

"Um, that day we were all running around trying to get dressed in ten minutes all at once. Nate kinda saw yours… and I saw Stas'… and Jason saw Cait's…"

I think my face paled slightly while a blush began to form. "Are you serious?" I squeaked.

"Yeah…" He said slowly.

"And you guys never told us?" I asked.

He seemed alarmed. "Why would we tell you we saw your chests? You would have killed us. And it would have been awkward as all hell."

"Wait, question. How did you see them? We didn't change our bras that day." I asked confused.

Shane smirked. "Well, Cait leaned over and Jason got a nice view down her bra. You weren't wearing a bra, because you just left your undershirt… thing… on. And Stas had on a lacey push up."

"Do I want to know why you remember that?" I glared.

"Believe me, I'd have much rather seen Cait's. Stas is like my sister." He cringed slightly. "But, it doesn't matter. You should have seen us bickering. We all thought our girl's were the best."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. You've got the perfect amount for me. I swear." Shane replied honestly. "Enough for me to enjoy without me having to worry about guys staring at them."

"Way too many weird awkward conversations today." I decided. He smiled.

"How about we finish eating and go for a walk?" He suggested.

I smiled. "I'd like that. Do something other than have sex," I teased him.

He half smiled back as he stood up to throw away the empty containers. "Forgive me for basically having been in a permanent state of arousal since we've started dating."

"So you did just marry me to get laid." I teased standing up as well. He grabbed me from behind and held me to him.

"Must you keep twisting my words?" He asked pouting. "You just… excite me with the smallest things."

"I have to tell Cait that." I said, thinking aloud.

"Um, why?" He asked as he let me go.

"What?" I asked having been lost in thought.

"Why do you have to tell Caitlyn that the smallest things you do excite me?"

"Because she thought that there was this… physical… pull between her and Nate and that was it. But if I've had you horny since day one…" I trailed off letting him fill in his own blanks. I don't think he expected me to say that either.

"How about that walk?" He asked quickly pulling me out the back door.

"Should we leave a trail or something? And do you have the key?" I asked as he pulled me down a path.

"Only if it's made of clothes and yes. I do." He replied. I giggled and let him lead me through the beautiful Grecian landscape.

The land was beautiful. We stood on a hill mountain thing, overlooking the water as the sun set. Shane was standing behind me with his arms wrapped around me.

"I love it here." I decided, leaning back against him.

He nodded his agreement. "Then we'll have to come back next year, too." He thought for a moment. "Every year, if you want."

"What about when we have kids? Can't leave them for two weeks while we go on a romantic getaway." I pointed out.

"So, we'll bring them with us." He shrugged. "You're thinking about kids already?" He asked. "Thought you were against having them until you were out of school."

I groaned. "How are we supposed to come on a vacation like this every year if I have to pay for college?"

I heard him sigh and could practically feel him roll his eyes. "Mitchie, you are married to a well known recording artist. We don't have a house yet, we probably won't any time soon. I can afford to send you to college, and if we had to, I have an excellent credit score. Getting a loan wouldn't be a problem. Stop worrying about college."

"I don't want you paying for school." I argued, turning around in his arms. "I didn't marry you for your money, Shane."

"Baby," he said laughing slightly. "You've been using my money since day one." He smiled brightly. "And I don't care. You don't ask for it. I give it to you."

"I have-" I started.

"Cell phone?" He interrupted.

I smacked his arm lightly. "That was you. What was I supposed to do? Say no Shane, I don't want your very generous gift so we can keep in touch 24-7?"

He shrugged, smiling slightly. "You could have. You just wanted to talk to me as much as I wanted to talk to you."

"No, I was just fearing for Nate and Jason's safety. Who knows what you would have done without me?" I teased.

"Gone absolutely insane." He admitted, kissing me gently.

"Mmmm. I love when you do that." I smiled.

"Do what?" He asked confused.

"Kiss me like that." I knew I had a dreamy sound in my voice.

He smiled widely. "Well, I'll just have to make a habit of doing it then." He laughed softly before kissing me again.

I shivered. "Let's head back." I suggested, moving out of his arms. I didn't get very far. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, holding me tightly to him.

"You cold?" He asked, honestly concerned. I nodded. "Come on, then."

We did actually spend a lot of time outside of our bedroom on our honeymoon, surprisingly. Shane seemed satisfied after the first day. He was still always up for it, but he wasn't begging endlessly.

One night we were laying in bed, cuddling -yes, we cuddle a lot and Shane loves it. "You never answered my question." Shane said softly.

I made an odd noise. "What question?"

"From the other day." He said, as if I should remember it. At my blank stare, he explained. "When you mentioned kids. Are you thinking about them?"

"In the future." I admitted. "Not anytime soon. Although," I paused. "If I weren't on the pill, we'd so be having a honeymoon baby. Since, ya know, someone refuses to use protection."

He smiled. "Someone wants to enjoy his wife."

"And you can't do that and not get me pregnant?" I asked sitting up slightly.

"I could. But it's not the same." He sat up as well. "I don't know… the concept of 'protection' always made it seem like… you're doing something you shouldn't be. Something you'd regret. If you're having sex, you should be willing and ready to be starting a family if God says it's time for you to." He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. It's a weird theory, but…" He shrugged.

I frowned slightly. "Does it… upset you that I'm on the pill?" I asked, thinking over his theory.

He laughed it off, "No. You PMS less." He teased. "No, it's your decision. We aren't ready to start a family." He admitted.

I frowned more. "Then why were we in such a rush to get married?"

He shook his head, knowing me all too well. "I'm not saying we shouldn't have gotten married, Mitch. I'm saying we shouldn't think of having kids yet. Not when you're in school and I'm going to be going on tours and stuff. But we got married, because we love each other that much. Marriage isn't about having kids or in our case having sex. It's about devoting ourselves to one another permanently."

I smiled and leaned over to kiss him. "You always know what to say to me."

"Really? Cause half the time I feel like I'm rambling for no reason." He admitted. I laughed at him.

Sadly, our amazing honeymoon came to an end way too soon. The day before we were set to leave, Shane was packing our bags. I was standing next to the bed pouting. "I don't wanna go."

"We have to." He said sighing. "You have to start school in a few days."

"But I won't see you then." I was on the verge of tears and I knew he could hear it in my voice.

"Mitchie…" He sighed. "Don't, please don't. I don't want to be away from you either. Don't make this tour any harder." He begged, not looking at me as he placed more clothes away.

"Maybe this was a mistake, Shane." I said softly. He froze and dropped the clothes in his hands.

"W-what?" He stuttered.

"Getting married, two weeks alone in another country… before we won't see each other for three months." I explained.

"I don't understand." He replied.

"I don't know if I can handle this." I admitted. "God… I love you so much. I don't know if I can handle being away from you. Not now. Not when we should be newlyweds and enjoying that time."

"Mitchie, don't say that." He moved to stand in front of me. "It'll be fine. I promise." He swore holding my chin so I looked at him.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." I reminded him.

"I'm not. I'm not saying it'll be perfect, and amazing, and time will go by so fast that I'll be home for Christmas before you know it. I'm saying we'll be able to survive this. You'll be fine."

"Will you?" I asked.

"Hell no." He laughed. "You think I'll be able to survive not seeing that beautiful face every morning? Or being licked to death by our dog? But it's my job. I have to. And I love performing, and it'll keep me preoccupied while you're busy with school. I won't be going bored out of my mind like Jason did."

"That's true." I decided. "But you'll be home for Christmas, right?"

"Nothing can stop me." He promised. "Help me get this done?" He asked nodding toward our suitcases.

I laughed at the crappy packing job he'd already down. I started taking clothes out and refolding them. He pouted and just brought me the rest of the clothes from the dresser.

When we laid down that night, I smiled to myself. I was lucky to have him. He would do anything to make me happy. "Thank you." I whispered to him.

"Hmmm? For what?" He whispered back. We had been attempting to sleep.

"Being perfect." I felt his arms tighten around me.

"Thought I wasn't perfect." He teased softly.

"Perfect for me." He didn't respond. He simply kissed my head. Within minutes I was fast asleep.

Boarding the plane the next day was less than thrilling. But I was looking forward to seeing my dog and my friends. I'd gotten Anastasia an awesome birthday gift while in Greece and couldn't wait to give it her.

"We never wrote you a happy song." Shane realized while still in the air.

"When we get home." I promised. "I'm still worn out from objective number one." I saw him smirk as I fell asleep again.

I wasn't ready for reality to come back when I landed.

Gah. I dispise it.