"Mulan!" Mushu whispered. "Get up now!"

Mulan groaned and tried looking around but didn't see who was calling her. Suddenly all the lights flooded the room and Mulan found herself not being able to see at all. She wiped her eyes and saw by squinting that the kitchen, dining room, and Shang's room was all one big room.

"Why aren't you sleeping in your own bed?" the old lady asked Mulan. She and the old lady had not gone on good terms. In fact they seemed to hate each other. But could you blame Mulan for wanting to go and see Shang?

"I couldn't sleep, so I stayed near my husband just in case he needed something. After all, he can't walk. But why did you put him in this room and not in one where he could get plenty of rest in?" Mulan asked.

"The light makes him want to stretch his muscles and walk," the lady answered as a matter-of-factly.

"Well it didn't work!" Mulan replied.

The lady stared at Mulan and then walked away to prepare breakfast. From the back of the room, the former General walked in yawning. He looked at Mulan and saw that she was sitting next to Shang.

"Did you sleep there last night?" he asked. Mulan nodded. "On the ground?" he asked again and Mulan nodded.

"It's just like sleeping in a tent," she smiled at him.

"You could have slept in a nice comfy bed, yet instead you decide to keep watch over a man who should have been watching himself instead of thinking about other things!" Chen smacked his head, "Sheesh! You'd think a boy would learn! Having his wife spoil him…" he muttered.

"Thanks dad!" he yelled angrily as his father walked by. His father just smiled and shrugged, as if he was saying that it was true.

"Good morning," she smiled cheerfully, "It's time to try and walk."

Shang groaned. "Do I have to?"

Mulan glared at him. "Don't you want to go home?"

…

From the kitchen, Li Chen sat down at a nearby table watching the old lady cook. She was a little plump, but not too much. He secretly hoped she was a good cook, because he was hungry.

"I don't understand why he can't walk yet. It's been two weeks," she turned around and sighed as she placed the food onto the separate plates. "He only had sprained ankles, not broken legs or ankles or feet."

"Do you need help with that?" he asked and then lifted the plate for her to place the food on.

"It's as if," she sighed, "It's as if he wishes to stay here and be taken care of, like his wife won't take care of him like I do or something."

Shang's father was a little annoyed by this lady. First off, how dare she call Mulan lazy? Second, she was calling Mulan out. Third, Shang should care for himself. Mulan cannot always be there for him. "I think you're wrong," he told her sternly and looked her in the eyes, "Why don't you look at the couple now?"

They turned and saw Mulan helping Shang lift himself up from the bed. He was wincing as he stepped down. Shang then moaned in pain.

"Aii ya!" the lady screamed and started to run towards him, but Shang's father stopped her.

"Just watch them," he told her.

…

"Are you okay Shang?" Mulan asked.

"I think I'm better off with the lady," Shang groaned.

Mulan was furious. She angrily pushed him down on the bed, not caring whether or not he got hurt. She wondered now if he wanted to stay here because he knew he would get better care, than from her. Well if that was how he wanted it, then she wouldn't have him force himself to come home. "Fine, then stay!"

Shang then grabbed her hand, "I love you. You know I'm kidding. And that hurt!"

Mulan smiled. "I'm glad it did." She helped him off the bed and helped him walk to an open place with no furniture. "Okay I need you to stand here. I'm going to slowly let go of your hands." Shang nodded. Slowly Mulan stepped farther and farther from Shang, and slowly let her hands slip from his. Once Shang was standing on his own, his feet wobbled a little. Just when he felt he was about to fall, Mulan came in to help him. But Shang told her to stop and allow himself to stand independently. After a while, he was able to stand alone and stand straight.

"It seems to me like you know how to heal people with injuries," Shang smiled.

"My parents did this to me when I was little. I would ride on my horse a lot and as a result, I broke a couple of bones. But it was nothing my parents could not fix. I had to learn how to stand independently for a long time."

Shang smiled. She had been strong and feisty even at a young age. It was as if, going to training camp, smoothed out all her abilities and refined them.

"But," Mulan smiled. "This was one thing they never did with me. And I think it's time you learn how to dance."

Shang laughed. "I know how to dance!"

Mulan smirked. "I'm sure you did. Mr. I'm-so-good-with-girls? I don't think those girls saw your dancing skills. You need to learn how to dance for all the festivals I will take you too."

Shang sighed. "I feared that when I chose to marry you. And was I that bad when I danced with you under your cherry blossom tree?"

"Well you could just say that my feet hurt occasionally," Mulan smirked and Shang groaned. She stood close to him and looked him in the eyes. "Don't worry; we'll start with something easy. How are you at waltzing?" Shang shook his head no. "Oh I know you'll love it. This is the easiest way to make you walk." Yet he was still reluctant. Mulan sighed.

Mulan sang sweetly, "Take my hand." Shang unwillingly gave her his right hand and slipped his left hand on the back of her left shoulder. Mulan laughed, "Take a breath. Pull me close and take one step." Shang slowly walked with his weight on her, which he successfully did. She smiled looking at his progress. Mulan then lifted his head to look at her instead of his feet, so he would not be nervous, "Keep your eyes locked on mine, and let the music be your guide," she sang. Shang then looked fearlessly into her eyes and slowly waltzed with Mulan around the place.

Mulan smiled. "You're doing great. You haven't tripped or anything. And now that you're dancing, you can absolutely walk."

"I'm doing great thanks to you," Shang smiled, "How are your feet?"

Mulan laughed. "They're doing great. They haven't been stepped on." Shang smiled and Mulan stroked his face, "But I wouldn't have minded if you did. You can't be perfect at everything Shang."

Shang slowly leaned in to kiss Mulan. "Now did that hurt?" Mulan asked.

"Actually it did," Shang laughed. "Not the kissing part of course. I missed that," he winked. "It was more like leaning in."

"Well then let's make it easier for you," she led him back to the couch and Shang was able to sit himself down slowly on the couch. Once he lay down, he pulled Mulan onto the bed and she lay in his arms. They kissed while Shang stroked her hair.

…

"See?" The former General smiled as he watched his son lay with Mulan. "She's helped him in so many ways." He turned back around to see the old lady crying as she watched them, trying to dry her tears.

"That," she sniffed and wiped away more tears, "was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. She helped him walk and dance all in one. And she was so sweet about it too. He stepped on her feet a little, but she didn't care." She choked on her tears and placed the food on the table. "Breakfast is ready," she called sweetly. She then went into the kitchen and dried her eyes.

Chen got up from his seat and called out to Shang and Mulan, "Get up lovebirds. You'll see enough of each other on the way home. Come on, it's breakfast time!"

Mulan reluctantly pulled herself up from Shang and stood up. "What about one more kiss?" Shang grinned. Mulan sighed and quickly kissed him on the lips. She then pulled him up. Shang pouted, "That wasn't much of a kiss."

As she led him to the table she whispered, "You'll get what you can now. Otherwise you can kiss the old lady."

He laughed as Mulan acted like the perfect gentleman and opened his chair and allowed him to sit down. Shang, however, returned the favor and pulled her chair from his seat, and allowed her to sit in. Luckily Mulan was light, so he was able to push her chair in. The old man slowly walked in from his bedroom, and sat down at the table. Shang's father sat near Mulan, while the old lady sat across from Mulan smiling. For some reason, she had a change of heart and was smiling at Mulan now. Mulan smiled back. And as she looked around, it made her realize what her life would be like from now on: eating breakfast with her parents, with Shang by her side, and occasionally, Shang's parents. Mulan grinned. She liked what she was seeing.