PLEASE READ THIS WARNING: I do not own, Rio, Blu, Jewel, or any other related character. I own the plot and OCs in this story, but all other characters and related themes are owned by Blue Sky Films and 20th Century Fox.

Yes, everybody, I know this was my slowest update since Chapter 3. I'm sorry, but I've been real busy, with projects and all that crap. Plus it's not very easy trying to overcome writer's block… but I decided to make it up with a 5K+ chapter. And it's the tenth chapter people! Yay! We're about a quarter way there! :O

Birdguy432: Thank you very much. :) Platinum is nice, ain't it? Haha. So here's chapter ten… wheeee

CJFANG: Haha, it was pretty cute, when I looked back at it. :D Nah, it's fine, it was constructive criticism, thank you. And about Ronaldo, I think he's a decent character. I mean, of course you hate him because he could steal back Jewel, but he's a nice person. Lisa too. I'm trying to make everybody nice at the moment… :/

Elyahu: Hmm… yeah. I know. Was just filling up a plot hole. Don't worry it'll get better… hopefully.

Zacarais: Yeah, ikr! PANCAKES… and she finds them repulsive. Anyways, I meant it to be an overreaction, because from that previous assurance of being 'Next to [her]' he was gone… obviously it would've sparked panic. And it's just instincts anyway. Um… yeah. I think I DID make it severely obvious, but meh. :P But um… not quite yet. Later, maybe. Anyways thank you oh-so-very much. xP

Storylover Alpha 01: Uh-huh. Yeah, I know. But you're probably right. Yeah you are right. Gah. Anyways I'm keeping the suspense element in handy… who knows maybe Nigel could DO SOMETHING… :O And thanks for everything, man. X)

So let's start this incredibly long chapter ['bout as long as Chapter 5…]

P.S. ~27/07~ Hey guys, this might be really sudden, but then again I just realised I forgot! I have to credit KhallieGurl! She allowed me to use some material [by that I mean, borrowing 1%] from 'Ambitions'... because I was almost copying her on that scene so... yeah. Sorry Khallie! AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I would've expected Nico's and Pedro's reaction to be rather passive, since they had no previous romantic experience [or, at least I presume so] and would not have empathised with the significance of the title of the mate… but I was a little startled when they were as enthusiastic as Rafael and Eva was, for partial reasons similar to the Toucans. However for the most part they were thrilled by the fact that Blu had finally 'did her' [I did not tolerate something so derogatory; I had mood swung into that temporarily for a while that frightened them] and by the prospect of that one of their amigos had become a mate… it definitely hold some significance, at least, to them.

Their initial reception to Ronaldo and Lisa were quite friendly and warm, even holding out their wings to slap the other party's. It was a proper way of inviting a guest, at least, and it was only proper Brazilian courtesy. But when I informed them off my past link with Ronaldo they started to attack [yes, to literally set upon him in a forceful and violent way] in unison, a pre-emptive strike that threw Ronaldo off-balance, but he made no attempt to retaliate [I had seen him fight off 10 birds his size at once, so it wasn't like he was overpowered or anything] in fear of giving Nico and Pedro the wrong impression. Blu and Ronaldo then attempted to explain everything, which took quite an expense of time, but eventually everybody was on mutual terms with each other, the eight of us.

Once again [and I have no idea how much energy or free time these two birds actually possess] Nico and Pedro were having a samba, and this time, it seemed more apt- the more the merrier, after all. Besides Lisa was from Portugal and never knew the rich Brazilian culture harboured here, and she was curious to try. But once again, Blu had adamantly refused, reminding the crowd the extent of which he detested the samba [which is really a bunch of rubbish, since when he was sambaing with me he had no problem whatsoever…]

The fact is, when he had said that particular statement, it was almost like going into a Twilight convention and proclaiming his dislike of the book, and obviously it sparked some infuriated glares, especially from Ronaldo. I sighed, and anticipated the heated verbal debate of it to erupt.

Although this was not the case, since their tolerance level was surprisingly flexible. With one deep inhalation, Pedro went up to Blu.

"Lemme poke somethin' outta ya, Blu," Pedro started. "Why do you so… passionately hate the samba anyway?"

Blu squinted. "I never said that."

"Answer le questiano, mon." {That's fake Portuguese, by the way.}

He rolled his eyes. "What can I say?" His voice was rather adamant. "We all have different tastes in music. What would you say if I told you that I had taste for classical music? You would probably protest."

"But it's our culture, Blu," Ronaldo intercepted. "It's a way of living, not just a genre of music."

"Yeah! Like he said," Pedro backed. Ronaldo was right, though- that samba… it was about letting your heart do what it most desired to. To unloosen all those tightened nerves in you and freestyle according to how you wanted it to be.

Obviously my mate did not understand this. "What do you mean."

Nico squinted as well, twisting the bottle cap on his head as if to adjust it to a comfortable position and about to launch into a lecture. "Tell me, Blu. What does samba make you feel like doing?"

Blu's expression twisted in confusion. "What? What kind of a stu-"

"Up-up-up!" Nico interrupted, lifting his wing to add dramatic effect. "Answer le questiano." Then, he reached for a small cup of water [that apparently had been sitting on the table all the while] and sipped it.

There was a slight pause, before Blu decided on the answer: "Nothing."

Rather abruptly Nico jerked the cup away as a jet of water spurted from his mouth, droplets flying at [rather shockingly] Lisa. The matter-of-fact way that Blu had stated it was almost like a slap in the face, and I could see Nico and Pedro's faces cringe in agony of his words. Ronaldo's beak dropped open like a hatch while Rafael and Eva shook their heads disapprovingly; while Lisa glared at Nico for getting her sprayed with another bird's spit. Obviously the Toucans were suspicious of something, and I was too, having distinctively imprinted that image of him dancing to the addictive Brazilian drum beat back in that club… with me.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA, wait a minute there." Nico placed his wings in front of him, a pause subsequently following before he shouted: "YOU SAID WHAT NOW? Nothing? Nada?"

"Nada," Blu stated, and suddenly I wished that he would've screwed that Portuguese up and say something else. "Samba's just meaningless music, like most others. It's just a mix of drum beats and guitars that all sound the same and all tell you to do the same thing- dance. Which is pretty moronic if you ask m-"

But by this time, and for the second time in a reasonable span of time, Nico had burst into tears by this time, burying his face into his best friend's crimson body. I couldn't blame him, however- every word that Blu said drove a dagger into everybody's hearts… not like the other time where he stated his opinion out of pure rage and everybody could forgive him. Not this time, however- he was stating his mind and obviously it was against our interests, and he probably knew it. But the fact was that he was right. If you ever scour the lyrics of samba songs [including 'Hot Wings'] their lyrics never made any logical sense. And of course, Brazilians would use almost the same traditional music instruments rather than synthesizers to project their culture of sound.

"Hey, man, that's just crossing the line!" Pedro exclaimed, bringing forth a rather unfamiliar sense of déjà vu.

"You asked me what I thought of samba, and I gave it to you. What did you ex-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Pedro glared at him to be silent; he obliged. What he thought, if it never deemed appropriate to the situation, should be kept to himself and not unleashed for all to see. But I could understand and respect his opinion… and so dared not to interfere.

"Aiy-yaiy-yaiy," Rafael grumbled, his face crestfallen and his mate's possessing death-ray eyeballs directed at mine. "Blu… you have so much to learn! You're not even close to knowing to full extent of which samba can tell you…"

Blu's scepticism never wavered. "Like?"

"Você vai ver," Rafael said, with a rather sinister wink to accompany. "Samba can make you think and do a lot of things… you just have to livre você mesmo…" { Você vai ver = You'll see; livre você mesmo = free yourself}

After deciphering the Portuguese lingo for him, Blu opened his beak to speak for a brief moment, but no word came out. By that sentence alone… it struck him, I figured. Music always made you do that, to make you lose yourself [no matter what genre it is], and you would find yourself singing and dancing to the beat or tune… that was the only thing that actually benefitted from our culture of samba. The catchy music, along with the dance-order context of the lyrics, would allow yourself to loosen all your nerves and let yourself go, to just do what you desired to do most and… just dance. There was no other way you could put it- you felt like moving your feet, moving your body, and just freestyle as to what you wanted to do. Music influenced you, and meaning… it was completely useless in this context [though you couldn't say the same for other genres of music…]

By this time Nico had recovered from his sobbing fit, and from seeing Blu's speechlessness, he and his best friend were satisfied enough. "C'mon, Bluey-'ol-bud!" Pedro exclaimed, slapping Blu on the back with a loud thud. "Samba ain't half-bad. You gotta keep an open mind ya know" –he held out his wings wide apart in amazement- "and see the true beauty of it. Trust me, meu amigo."

Blu sighed in exasperation, having relented to the overwhelming majority of people who hold the Brazilian culture in favour. He had to go with the flow, eventually, since he had to respect our opinions of it… "Fine," he said, and suddenly five smiles sparked up. "I'll go with it."

~Blu~

Everybody would've been startled to discover the hatred I nursed for the music genre of the samba. I mean, it's a lot of mambo jumbo; random drum beats with distinct guitar strumming were put together to form a melody that got everybody moving their feet and body along. It's all very illogical, and one of the main reasons I detest all forms of modern pop these days if they contained no lyrical significance. I missed the old days, with Lionel Richie, Elton John and all those good singers back then… but what do we have now? Rebecca Black; now that's a shuddering thought.

Still, I had to keep an open mind- I had only been here for less than a week, after all, and to taste Brazilian culture was only obligatory. Back then at that club that Nico and Pedro manned, I'll be honest. I never danced because of the samba music, or any of that stuff. I only tried to move my body [and for some strange reason, I lost control of myself, somehow] because… because Jewel was there. She was a Brazilian and obviously I had to oblige, but that's only a partial reason. I had willingly synchronised my body movements with Jewel's graceful dancing… because somehow a force was compelling me to. I had no clue as to what it was at that point of time, but when I wasn't with Jewel… then the will to samba dissipated.

It would be impossible for me, with no musical training whatsoever; to decipher the exact notes of the music that was playing when I lay a claw in the club. But it was definitely samba-ish, the traditional drum-beat mixed with the guitar strings. To my utter surprise, there was a huge crowd of people there; I had probably underestimated the popularity of Nico and Pedro in the bird community. But not-so-surprisingly, everybody was dancing to the groove, moving their bodies' freestyle with the music, like soulless zombies hypnotised. It was most sickening. I surveyed my surroundings- it hadn't changed at all, and honestly, the place was more of a bunch of crates stacked with some instruments lying around then a real club with synthesizers, tables tops and all that jazz.

My resistance to the music never wavered, but I could see Jewel's, as well as Ronaldo's, eyes glint, Rafael and Eva vanished into the crowd to join in, while Lisa squinted. "This is a samba club? It's not very appealing."

Ronaldo grinned at his friend. "Oh, venha. Lisa. You need to livre você mesmo."

Just then, the music faded away as Nico and Pedro appeared on stage, and immediately everybody halted whatever they were doing and cheered wildly. "Ola meu amigos!" Nico shouted to the crowd, and they all wailed in response. I cringed; the noise was blaring.

"Está você pronto?" Pedro yelled, and the crowd yelled out one big, unified, 'sim' in response. Nico and Pedro grinned, and from that one look alone I anticipated what was about to occur next…

And immediately I could hear that drum beat, that stereotypically traditional drum beat that was familiar… I squinted. Apparently, I had overestimated the duo's will of creativity. But the crowd obviously loved it. For the first time, they were silent.

"Party in Ipanema, baby," Nico crooned, a voice that often boy-bands used to melt the hearts of their female fans. Then a louder, more distinct drum beat ensued. Along with it everybody [including Ronaldo, who although didn't hear it before but still joined the crowd while Lisa looked on, slightly uneasy] clapped to it, almost in perfect harmony with it. The guitar section followed and along with it the chorus's lyrics accompanied it:

"I wanna party, I wanna samba,
I wanna party, I wanna samba,
I wanna party, and live my life,
I wanna party, and flyyyyyy…"

Suddenly I realised that over here in Brazil, that song might've been the equivalent of the American Party Rock Anthem, judging by the way everybody chanted it and the gleeful smiles on their faces. Jewel acted like no stranger either [even though it looked peculiarly embarrassing] and my common sense slapped me outside the head. If I was to act introverted or even critical [like in front of my friends, and been rewarded with glares] I would not receive the gift of forgiveness that my companions had so charitably donated. I had to go with the flow; it wouldn't be pretty if I remained pessimistic about this. "Keep an open mind…" Pedro's words rung in my head. And so I did- I closed my eyes and let myself go, my claw tapping along with the rhythm.

"High imma fly, fly just like a bird [but you are a bird!]
Oh yea, you're right, so let me fly just like a rocket, then"

To my surprise, as soon as the first verse ended with a literal boom from the drum, and an 'ok' from Pedro, everybody parted from one another, giving each other space on the floor to just dance freely and bust whatever we had inside of us. We had all split into pairs, apparently; to my relief [sparing me from any unnecessary embarrassment] when we had split my partner was my own mate, while in the distance I caught a glimpse of Ronaldo dancing away with Lisa by his side. Before I could chuckle, Jewel nudged me again [again giving me a serious sense of déjà vu] to go with the flow. Suddenly every part of me panicked- what did I do last time that actually got me close to… tasting her beak? What if I screwed up completely and ended up looking like a sick fool? The style of which to samba completely evaded me… anxiety pulsed through my veins.

" Fly so high that I need to come down for oxygen [hey]
Cause once we start it, baby, ain't no ain't no stoppin' then [hey]"

Then Jewel started to move her feet [her wings still, though, since one of them was broken] and as she moved them so smoothly and naturally in a desired rhythmic fashion she looked up to me a smile. It was definitely not the samba; it was something else. Nevertheless instantly [and mysteriously] I forgot all my fears and all my criticisms- the way she smiled just did that to me. It never failed to fill me with that warm feeling of love, and, having freed my soul from whatever burden it may have held, I decided to mimic the pattern of which my mate's claws moved. I grinned; it was a new pattern, though, like moving your claw forward and jerking it backwards. I had seen this type of dance before… but honestly I didn't care.

"Cause I just want to live my life, and party [hey]
All I want is to be free, and rock my body [ok]
Ain't nowhere around the world that I want to live my life
In Rio, cause in Rio, In Rio, I realize"

I couldn't fathom the next occurring events- I had lost full control of myself and my claws had begun to freestyle, shuffling here and there in every direction thinkable and moving my body along with it... I recognised it. Shuffling; LMFAO had some influence on me, I guess. But it felt like I was drunk, not in full control of my actions, but this time my mentality was in place. It was only being freed from whatever prison I had surrounded it with. I could hear Jewel's melodious laugh; the way I moved made me look like a freak, but I didn't bother. I had no care in the world whatsoever… what Nico would've finished that line would've been 'I realize that I have to let myrself go, once in a while'.

The chorus emerged again, and I had no idea what my claws were doing [my wings, like Jewel, completely stationery due to some unforeseen force], just moving crazily along to the beat and suddenly many birds were dancing like me. Shuffling, apparently, was infectious- even Rafael, Eva, Ronaldo and Lisa had begun to shuffle [Lisa having not known the song but rapture written across her face] too. I caught a glimpse of Nico grinning and Pedro trying his best to stifle hysterical laughter.

"I wanna party, I wanna samba,
I wanna party, I wanna samba,
I wanna party, and live my life,
I wanna party, and flyyyyyy…"

But as that last word slurred, the music went silent, as Nico and Pedro revealed [out of plain nowhere] a singular black object… I recognised it. An iPhone that was held up to a separate mike; as soon as they whipped it out, they tapped the screen, while Pedro crooned into the mike:

"Everyday I'm shufflin'"

Before I could jut out my beak in shock, the distinct techno-electronic beat resounded through the place and everybody yelled in elation, their claws suddenly imitating the shuffling techniques that LMFAO did in their video [I watched it; and honestly I couldn't get it out of my head] and suddenly they all went wild… including Jewel, who was laughing ever-so-sweetly as she attempted to outpace the agility of which my claws were moving, but to no avail. I could see Nico and Pedro's arms hung across each other's backs as their claws moved in parallel synchrony with each other, grins on both of their faces'. I could hear a shout: "That's my boy!" from a distinct Toucan. But I didn't register all of this.

"Party rockers in the house tonight! Everybody just have a good time!
And we gon' make you lose your mind! Everybody just have a good time!"

Everybody was chanting along to these foreign lyrics, as their claws just moved to the beat. It was almost like hypnosis.

"Party rockers in the house tonight! Everybody just have a good time!
And we gon' make you lose your mind! Everybody just have a good-good-good time!"

I could feel the song ending, but I continued nonetheless, just shuffling and letting my mind go… it was a sensational feeling, to be so free of everything this world lay on you and lose yourself for just a moment… it was simply spectacular. My eyes still closed, I attempted something I never thought I would try or even try and succeed- I jumped and landed on my wing, pushing myself airborne once in a while to twist my whole body like a corkscrew but my feet still moving. I could feel the slurred 'oh' from Nico and Pedro, until I anticipated the last words:

"Everyday I'm shu-feh-feh-lin…"

The song halted from there and I was back on my feet. When I opened my eyes I was fairly embarrassed- I had unwittingly created a radius around me that repelled everybody else sans my mate, allowing me to bust moves freely without interference. Such special attention was unnecessary; it filled me with a burning heat that seared through my body…

But when everybody cheered loudly I realised that what I had done… it was spectacular, to them. I don't know why, or how, but everybody started to cheer, clap and some even chanted my name. It was a fantastic feeling, to be supported by everybody that surrounded you- I saw Nico and Pedro roaring in laughter, Rafael and Eva grinning from side to side, and Ronaldo and Lisa didn't introvert themselves from the rest. Jewel kept her eyes on me, smiling to herself that her mate could be as wild as this… but all I could feel was the atmosphere, the dizzy ecstasy the air possessed…

I could hear myself laughing, too.

I had no inkling regarding the duration of time I had squandered away in that samba club, or the number of shots [which, I learnt, was colloquialism for alcohol] I had to repeatedly decline in the past hour. The latter's main reason was that my mate [rather ironically, she became my mate through alcohol…], and I site this from her, profusely refused to 'endure the ordeal again', and has by far assisted me to turn down every single cup of alcohol offered to me, the number totalling to 27, if my mathematical skills function. Of which the lack of manners she withheld when glaring at every 'bartender' about to give a shot 'on the house' horrified me, but eventually I decided the irritating insistence that the 'bartenders' bore was enough to supersede my mate's crudeness. I would remember to kowtow and thank Jewel relentlessly when [thankfully] Nico and Pedro oh-so-politely let us off for the night.

Nevertheless I was still drunk- not from alcohol but it was a queer disorientation originating from having over-sambaed. In that day alone everybody had tried a new hybrid style of samba [which eventually came to me, to my relief] and shuffling, of which latter [according to my gut feeling] was probably known to the Brazilian community before I had introduced it. And no matter how much I did not favour it, I had pop culture to thank that… but still. To open one's mind- it was refreshing to me, and I wouldn't underestimate the potent of that feeling. To liberate yourself and let go of your troubles… it was never necessarily a negative operation. It could make you do so many things, and most of them would lead to good results, that you wouldn't have dared to do when you didn't lose yourself.

Obviously my legs put its foot down and decided that I had danced enough; I had taken a pester-filled respite with Jewel. Because of the stupendous multitude of interruptions we never talked about anything for the past few hours… and honestly the silence was disturbing. But when we left to make our way back to Linda's house on foot she held my wing in hers and the distance between us never expanded to more than an inch.

"Blu, that was one crazy side of you," she said with a smirk, her sapphire eyes glinting in the moonlight. Part of me jolted in surprise- if that was crazy, then I should repress everything from her shouldn't I? Freeing one's self was beneficial but to totally lose control of what you did… it would be bad wouldn't it?

"Crazy?" I repeated, slightly hysterical. "Y-you thought I-I was c-… crazy?"

She laughed, a sweet melody of bells that soothed my auditory senses. "Silly you, Blu." She said, nudging me lightly but with a gentle and caring hint to her tone. "Loosen up. I never called you crazy; I thought that you…" –she was deep in thought for a moment before she gazed into my eyes again- "you were awesome. I never expected it out of you…"

I chuckled. "I guess," I muttered, but something was dying to come out of my chest. I had to confess something to her…

"But you know, Jewel, it wasn't the samba that got me shuffling. It was more of… more of you." There was a sincere glint in my eye when I said that.

She twisted her face in bewilderment. "What?"

"I mean, all that music and Nico and Pedro… they were only part of the setting. In a story there's setting and plot and characters but music wasn't the plot; it wasn't the main reason why I chose to let myself go," I explained, pouring my heart out. "What motivated me to just be myself and o with the rhythm was… it was more of you. Because when you're next to me, I… I just can be myself and not hold back anything. Because… because I love you, Jewel, and I didn't have to be so serious or sceptical about everything… you can make me do that." I could see her smile stretching across her face, her eyes moist and glittering... obviously what I had said moved her. But it was sincere, the way she that she influenced me just with her presence… it would make me lose all my senses, and even though I would be classified as the analytical and serious sort of bird, always looking at everything pessimistically… I would just let it go, and honestly it felt like the world was lifted from my shoulders.

She then wrapped her wings around me, laying her soft head on my shoulder. "Glad you think that way, meu amor," she said, and I smiled. I knew she meant 'my love'… the way she said those words, it filled me with something greater than just dizzy ecstasy, but rather it was a superior form of pleasure, an indescribable joy that filled my heart… that I could be free to love. That was what Jewel had been talking about all the way through my adventure through Rio… it was being free to fly, yet free to love, and free to take to the sky with your love…

Suddenly part of my mind nudged me, and I chuckled. "So how do you think Ronaldo and Lisa are doing back there?" I hadn't paid much attention to them- they were always in a corner, either sambaing freely or conversing with one another in foreign Portuguese. I was frankly concerned if they would end up drunk or anything, from the multitude of alcholic drinks that came and did not go. And I knew the atmosphere filled with exhilaration and jubilation would have some influence on them...

Jewel chuckled. "They'll be fine. From the way they were chatting and laughing the night away probably signals they're having a blast."

I squinted, as my mind ventured into a possibility I never considered- were Ronaldo and Lisa an item? Frankly I advocated the option because that would mean that Ronaldo wouldn't steal Jewel from me… and I realised that Ronaldo's friend for that duration of time was probably Lisa, the whole time he was supposedly locked away in Portugal. It was definitely something that was probable… the way Lisa stuck to Ronaldo absolutely hinted towards some unplatonic attraction towards him; and the way Ronaldo treated her… it was almost like how I treated Jewel. Then again, so was the way he treated my mate…

Nevertheless I blurted out: "Do you think maybe Lisa likes Ronaldo?"

Jewel gave me a quizzical look, and suddenly I felt like some high-school overly gossipy girl. I would've grunted in frustration if not for the fact that my mate was there and she said: "I'm not very certain. Ronaldo doesn't seem to say anything but Lisa…"

"Lisa what?" I prompted.

"It… it's nothing." Jewel said rather hesitantly. "Lisa seems to like Ronaldo more than friends but… I'm not very sure. It's only my conjecture."

I exhaled through my nose, almost like a laugh. "Not only yours, meu amor."

A smile stretched across her face; obviously she was satisfied that I could finally understand a vital Portuguese lingo. However she refused to sway off topic. "You know, Blu, I'm a little wary of Lisa."

I stared at her baffled; I was being completely cautious of Ronaldo, the one that Jewel used to love and was a potential threat to our relationship, and now she was wary of Lisa? Part of me feared that we would revert to a star-crossed love spangle… it made me shudder. "Why would you be wary of Lisa?"

"I mean look at her. She's from Portugal but her Portuguese is Brazilian. She has been rather cold to me, and when she met you she sniffed you. The moment Tulio had touched her the other time she chomped his hand, and she turned into a nasty bird, like a transformation. Only Ronaldo has managed to make her feel comfortable- did you see the way she held on to Ronaldo? It was so tender and all… obviously she has a fling for Ronaldo but to be honest, she's pretty eccentric…" Her voice trailed off midway, leaving a thread of silence to linger between us…

But I didn't ponder over it for too long; Lisa was Lisa and Ronaldo was Ronaldo… they knew they were together… nothing could ever separate us. I looked upon my mate- her sapphire eyes glimmered in the moonlight, those beautiful eyes that captured my heart the moment my eyes set upon them. I never had any troubles whenever I was with her… two strangers were the least of my concerns. It was Jewel. From the way I smiled at her reassuringly… she relented. It required no words to communicate that all that mattered… was that I loved her, and she loved me back. There would be nothing to come between us… It was such a simple truth, but yet so easy to forget. But when I was next to her… I seemed to forget everything. Every burden every doubt… they blew away with the wind. A wind that sparkled like a diamond…

"Blu," she said, while staring into my eyes. "I want a family. A family that you and I can cherish and take care of… That would complete my life."

My smile never dropped; I wanted a family as well… to see my children and call them 'son' or 'daughter'… it would be a dream come true. And to add with that, my love, my everything, my Jewel would share these with me… life would be complete, to spend eternity with your mate and love, to raise the children we shared as to how we wanted to… life would be absolute. It wasn't much to consider anyways…

Anybody would be able to guess the rest, the future.

Sorry, the ending for this chapter is a little abrupt and sucky and all, but I'm stuck as it is and I don't want to drag this any longer… X( Lyrics are owned by the Rio sountrack makers [go to Chapter 5 for the credits thingy, too lazy to list all of them] and LMFAO for 'Hot Wings' and 'Party Rock Anthem' respectively.

Anyways I'll be working on Love? right now. Wish me luck guys. :P

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