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AN: To any of you who still remain, hello! I'm sad to say that this is the end of this story but I want to thank you for taking the time to read it. I apologize for the long, long delay on this conclusion but with college and a damn writers block, i was unable to get this down sooner. I hope you guys like it. If you have questions or just want to say hello, don't be afraid to DM me. I also made a new twitter which you can follow me on if you'd like and i'll follow back. Username: heartfullofdemi

5 Years Later

Mitchie's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep. I hear the faint sound of an alarm clock ringing through the room. I feel the bed shifting and within seconds, the noise fades. An arm wraps back around me, pulling me closer. I let my eyes open slowly, taking in the room and adjusting to the bright sunlight that slips through the bedroom windows. This wasn't the first time I woke to this view, to this setting, but yet it was still difficult to wrap my mind around it all.

I can feel her breathing against me as the space between us ceases. When my eyes adjust, I look over at the clock on my nightstand and notice it's half past seven. I should be getting up and getting ready for the day, but something about this morning feels different. That's because this morning is different.

"Mik?" I ask for my wife as I shift in her arms. Our eyes meet as I finish turning and she just smiles.

"It's Sunday." She assures me. I smile gently at the fact that today's not a hectic weekday. It's Sunday, and Sunday is a day to relax, to be with the family. Given that the two of us are in the music business, we both have crazy schedules. Between touring, meetings, studio time and the inevitable promotional duties, it can all get a little crazy. If we're lucky, Sundays are the only days we get to spend as a family. The rest of the week is spent at work but most days we manage to make it home in time to feed the kids, bathe them and put them to bed.

"I got scared for a second, thought it was Monday." I admit. Mikayla rolls her chocolate brown eyes as she laughs at me. Even after almost seven years together, that laugh was still so captivating.

"Well?" she asks after she's done mocking me. "Aren't you going to kiss me good morning?"

I lean in closer but freeze inches away from her lips. I can feel everything; her heartbeat, her breathing, and the way her hand is gently wrapped around me and resting on my lower back. I took a mental picture of this moment. "Happy anniversary, Mikayla." I whisper before pecking her soft lips.

The sweet, loving kiss that I had intended to give her became a fiery, passionate one. In seconds, Mikayla had me pinned down to the bed while her lips devoured my neck… my pulse point… my collarbone… inching slowly towards my…

"Mama!" I hear the muffled voice coming from outside of the room. I look towards the bedroom door and chuckle when I notice it's shut and locked.

"I think your son wants you." I say to Mikayla as she pulls away from our embrace. The sound of our son's cry came seconds before she could reach her desired destination. I couldn't help but laugh at the interruption, especially when Mikayla emits a very noticeable sigh of frustration.

"He's got a damn radar, Mitch." Mikayla complains as she rolls off of me. I watch her leave the bed and gather a few articles of clothing that had been scattered around the room the night before. After successfully dressing herself in an oversized shirt and boxers, she grabbed my stuff and flung it over too me. As I dressed, I watched her walk over to the door. Before unlocking it, she shoots me a glare followed by a wink. "We'll get back to this later." She adds.

Mikayla opens the bedroom door and she's met by two little angels. Landon and Ariana, our three-year-old twins, stand before Mikayla in their matching red footie pajamas. Their confused expressions fade and turn to full-mouth grins when they spot their mama. "Mama!" they cheer. Watching their reactions at the presence of Mikayla made me almost tear up, it was still hard getting used to all of this.

"Good morning precious." Mikayla kneeled down and wrapped her arms around both of them, hugging them tightly before kissing each on the cheek. "Sleep well?" She asks and they nod. I slowly bring my self up onto an elevated position to get a better view.

"Mommy!" Our daughter yells when she notices that I'm awake. She sprints over, throwing herself onto our bed. My arms open up for her and in seconds she's jumping into them, kneeing me in the process.

"Ouch!" I feign being hurt. "Be careful, baby."

"Aria, be gentle." Mikayla demands from the doorway. She's got our son on her hip, and makes her way back to the bed. "Apologize, sweetie."

Ariana quickly apologizes and I hug her in return. Once we're all settled, Mikayla and I lay back while the twins relax in the middle. By the look on their faces I could tell they want to watch a show in bed so I grab the remote and settle for one of their favorites.

The four of us watch quietly but I can't help stealing glances at my wife from time to time. She hardly notices, she's like a kid herself, all wrapped up in the show. I smile like an idiot as I watch her, observe her. I love noticing everything about her, even if I've seen these things countless of times before. She has a way of waking up every morning and still looking as beautiful as ever.

My gaze goes from my wife to my two beautiful children, whose eyes are glued to the television. My daughter is lying beside me with her head rested on my stomach. Her brown, curly hair, a trait she got from her mama, falls flawlessly down her back. I run my fingers through it, admiring my little girl. Her brother is beside her, his head on Mikayla's chest and his arms wrapped tightly around her. Landon's a mama's boy, there's no doubt about it. He too has curly, brown hair like his twin sister, and deep chocolate brown eyes, just like Mikayla.

"Everything okay, Mitch?" I'm suddenly brought back to reality. I don't know how long I was staring for, but at some point she must have caught on.

"Perfect, I'm just admiring." I admit. In all honesty, I had no interest in trying to cover that one up. See the thing is, it's hard to find time for the four of us to be together. Today is special; it's our five-year wedding anniversary. On a regular day, Mikayla and I are working, she's working on an album and I'm writing the music for a feature film. We're hardly home with the twins; it's only on the weekends that we even get some, if any, time to spend with them. Even then our time is typically cut short. Being in this industry has its perks, but it sure as hell has its downsides too.

"If you take a picture," she says as she makes her hands into a fake camera. "It will last longer."

I roll my eyes at her. "Why can't you just let me enjoy a moment of peace?" I ask.

"Because it's creepy when you stare." She says with a laugh. "At least try to be casual about it, babe. You know, like look over from time to time or something less stalkerish."

"Bite me." I roll my eyes at her.

"That's what I was trying to do before these little rascals interrupted me." She points down at the twins who are still very lost in the show. "When people say that kids ruin se-" She began to add but I glared at her before she could continue.

"Mik, the kids." I remind her. I'm not exactly looking to give my toddlers the birds and the bees talk.

"I'm just saying, people weren't kidding when they said that kids ruin… adult time." She shrugs.

"Mama," Landon says quietly as he looks up at Mikayla. "Too loud." He insists.

"Sorry, sport." She apologizes. "Hey, how about I make everyone some breakfast?"

The twins look at one another with ear-to-ear grins and break out into a small cheer. "Yeah!" They say in unison.

"Stay in bed." Mikayla insists, as she sees me trying to get up. I don't bother to go against her wishes so I just lay back and turn my attention to the TV. She sneaks out of the room, but not before mouthing a sweet 'I love you' to me.

It was still surreal to me that this was my life. Seven years ago I was barely being released from rehab and now I'm married with the perfect family. I guess I can't complain about the way my life has turned out. There was a point where I wasn't even sure I'd ever get to see life past seventeen, and yet, look where I am now. Look at all that I've been able to accomplish. None of this would have been possible alone, especially not without Mikayla by my side.

My mind turns back to the day when Mikayla and I first started dating. Years ago, during our first tour together. Who would have thought that this is where we would end up? No one even believed we could be friends; not with the way Mikayla treated everyone. But there was something about her, something about the way that she'd get vulnerable around me, that made me want to know more about her. It was a risk to open up myself to her, especially since I was still fragile. Somehow, in the midst of touring and having to share a bus together, she let her guard down just as quickly as I let mine.

"Shit!" I hear my wife whine from downstairs. A loud bang follows after, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"I'm going to go help mama with breakfast," I inform the twins. "You two stay here and be good."

Neither of them turn to look at me or acknowledge what I had said but I take it they heard me so I quickly slip out of the room. I know Mikayla had insisted that I stay in bed but I couldn't help the urge of being with her.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed." She scolds me as I appear into view. She must have seen me coming from her peripherals because she wasn't even looking my way. She was bent over trying to pick up the mess she had made.

"I figured you might need help." I admit.

"I wanted to make breakfast in bed," She pouts. "It doesn't count if you help me."

I smiled at the ground as I made my way over to a stool at the kitchen's island. Leave it to Mikayla to make me feel so incredibly lovesick, even after five years of marriage. "Always loved that about you." I let out.

"What? That I make you breakfast?" She had finally cleaned up the pots and pans that had found themselves all over our kitchen floor. I didn't even bother to ask her how she pulled that off.

"Not that, just the way you always do things for me." I begin to say. "We've been together almost seven years and you're still the same Mikayla that I fell in love with on that damn tour bus."

Mikayla was now making her way over towards where I was seated. I reached out my hands for her to take and she instantly brought her soft hands onto mine. "You're wrong. I'm not the same girl you fell in love with." She stated. I had her standing between my legs, looking down at me with her lovely eyes. "I'm a better version of who I was seven years ago, Mitch. I've grown so much since we've been together; it's almost crazy to believe. I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for you" She tapped my nose lightly. "And for everything you've taught me."

Mikayla leaned down and kissed my forehead. As she pulls away from our embrace, I sit there quietly and absorb everything that she had just said. It wasn't anything new, in fact it was almost the exact words she had said to me on her wedding vows.

Flashback

5 Years Earlier; Rome, Italy

"Breathe, Mitch." Dallas states before letting out a small laugh. She had been watching me pace back and forth for the last ten minutes. "You act like you're about to get married or something."

"The girl's got jokes." I whispered, only loud enough for her to hear. We, along with my younger cousins, my father and Mikayla's younger sister, were awaiting the start of the wedding in a small holding room. All I could think about was how much of a nervous wreck I was becoming. "I don't know if you got the memo, Dal, but I am getting married."

Dallas chuckled but remained silent. This was the last time I would be having a conversation with her as Mitchie Torres, from here on I'd be referred to as Mitchie Gomez. It was a decision that I made wisely. Mikayla had always suggested I hyphen my last name with hers, but I wanted to do this to show her exactly how much she means to me.

Suddenly the voices from outside quiet down and I can see everyone in my wedding party slowly begin to leave me. One by one they step out through the double doors of the holding room and disappear. I watched nervously as my youngest cousin, the ring bearer, stood in front of the doors and then proceeded out. He was followed by Mikayla's little sister; our flower girl. I knew I was getting closer to the point where I'd be stepping out and my heart began to race.

As soon as my father stepped up beside me, I knew it was my turn to get ready. He led me towards the double doors where I was to await my turn. "Hey, Mitch." Dallas whispers as we make it to the door. She was pointing towards the end of the aisle. "Look."

"Oh my-" I began to speak but was silenced by the commencement of the wedding march. I knew this was my cue to walk, but I was a little too busy being mesmerized by my bride-to-be.

"Mitch, go!" Dallas gave me a little push before grabbing the end of my dress. As my maid of honor, she was in charge of carrying the train.

If my heart hadn't been racing fast enough before, it was nearly beating out of my chest now. I wasn't entirely sure how I managed to get my feet to move but they seemed to have a mind of their own as they slowly led me down my path. My father held me close, helping me get to the end of the aisle. I could feel all the attention on me and for the first time in my life, I felt extremely nervous to be in a room full of people who were looking at me.

The walk to my bride felt like an eternity but as soon as our eyes locked, I felt the world come to a stop. All I could think about was getting to where she was and telling her just how breathtaking she looked. Her hair was curled and fell angelically over her exposed shoulder. She had chosen a dress that completely fit her personality. It wasn't too elaborate but it was beautiful nonetheless. It wasn't long, not like mine at least, and the top had an off-the-shoulder design. Her dress was almost as beautiful as her, and part of me couldn't wait to take it off her.

"Thank you," I heard Mikayla's sweet voice finally speak. She was addressing my father as she stuck out her hand for me to take. The exchange got my dad a little teary-eyed but he managed to kiss my forehead before heading off to his seat. Mikayla's fingers interlocked with mine as she pulled me towards her. This was it.

"Hi baby." I managed to say.

"You look…w-wow." She stuttered out. I had finally gotten the chance to get a good look at her face and I couldn't help but notice that she was fighting back tears.

"Mik, you're crying." I pointed out.

"Not yet." She chuckled and gave my hand a small squeeze.

As the ceremony officially began, I couldn't help but continue to admire the girl who was standing by my side. I wanted to appreciate every detail about this day, about this moment. She had a smile plastered on her face as she watched the minister attentively. That was something I should have been doing, but how can someone pay attention to anyone else when the person of their dreams was standing right beside them.

Mikayla's attention was diverted and she quickly looked over at me. I guess I had been staring too hard because she managed to let out a soft chuckle. 'Pay attention' she mouthed over at me. If only she knew she was always going to be my weakness.

"At this moment I would like for the brides to recite their vows." The minister instructed. Glad to know I tuned in just in time. "Mikayla, we will start with you."

I watched as Mikayla shifted from one foot to the other and took in a deep, deep breath. Seeing her get nervous was almost as rare as seeing her cry. She is just too proud to ever let emotions surface, that is unless I'm involved. "Michelle," She began. "I love you. Even though those three words will never be enough to show you just how much you mean to me, they're a start. You've taught me how to be a better person, how to love and how to let people in. I promise to spend the rest of my life thanking you. You are the reason I stand here today. You're who I have to thank for helping me become who I am."

Mikayla took another deep breath and then smiled shyly. "We've been through so much together and although I can't promise you that this new road we're on will be easy, I can promise to be there for you through thick and thin. I promise, in front of all these people, to love you and protect you for the rest of my life."

The minister spoke again, addressing the two of us. Mikayla's vows repeated in my mind countless of times and I found it hard to fight back my tears. "Michelle." I heard the minister say.

Between repeating Mikayla's words and attempting to avoid the waterworks, it had slipped past me that it was my turn to speak. "Oh." I let out softly. The room broke out into small laughter and I could feel my cheeks burning red. Leave it to me to get embarrassed at my own wedding.

"People always say that 'when you know, you know' and, Mikayla, I knew from the start that you were the one. " I began my vows. She was watching my lips as I spoke, a small smile forming on her own. "There was something about you that made me want to trust you, to put all my faith in you. Watching you go from who you were before we met, to the amazing, sweet person you are now has been beautiful. You've never let anything stop you from growing, from becoming a better person and you inspire me everyday. You're who I want to spend the rest of my life with. All along, Mik, it's been you."

I had practiced these lines for the past few days and it seemed to have paid off. I spent so much time worrying about stumbling on my words, or forgetting exactly what I wanted to say. Looking at Mikayla made everything so easy, the words just flowed. "You make me so happy, and I never want this feeling to end. I love you Mikayla, and I always will." I concluded.

It was obvious that Mikayla and I were both holding back tears. She was doing a better job at it than I was, but somehow I managed to keep the tears to a bare minimum. I could feel the single tear roll down the side of my cheek as we concluded our vows. I bit my lip, hoping the pain would keep me crying any further.

I watched as my younger cousin made his way over to the two of us in preparation for the rings. At this point my nerves had completely diminished and all I could feel was the excitement of finally getting to conclude this wedding. In mere minutes, Mikayla would become my wife. "Michelle," The minister looked at me as he spoke. "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." I quickly responded.

"Mikayla, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?" He proceeds to ask Mikayla.

"I do!" She cheered.

The minister smiled and continued to speak. Everyone knows what happens next, and I couldn't wait until he said the words I needed him to say. "By the power vested in me," he began. "I now pronounce you wife and wife."

"You may now ki-" The minister continued but Mikayla had her own agenda. Without bothering to let him finish, my wife leaned in and captured my lips. Our kiss didn't last long, but it was long enough for me to feel her lips form a smile as our friends and family cheered.

"We did it." I cry as we pull apart. There was no point in holding back tears now. Mikayla looked into my eyes and instantly wrapped her arm around my back. She too was over fighting her tears and allowed herself to cry it out.

"Mitchie Gomez," She whispered into my ear. "You're mine forever."

End Flashback

"Michelle!" Mikayla nearly yells at me. I hadn't realized that I had completely zoned out, yet again, and started daydreaming. Judging by the look of her face and the fact that she had used my full name, I take it she's been trying to get my attention for a while now.

"Sorry." I admit.

"Babe, what the matter?" She asks nervously. There were certain faces Mikayla would make when she was worried or concerned, one of which she was making right now. "This is the second time I've caught you completely zoned out."

"I'm just thinking."

"You're worrying me, Mitch." She pouted. In the time that I had zoned off, she had managed to get breakfast started and was now seated on the stool beside mine, watching me. "Talk to me." She placed her hand on mine and gave it a quick squeeze.

"I got caught up daydreaming about our wedding. I just can't believe that it's been five years."

"You're telling me? I feel like just yesterday I was getting down on one knee and proposing." She laughed. "Next thing I know we're married and there's two kids calling me mom."

"Funny how quickly things pan out."

"I would marry you all over again if I could." She admits.

"You're just saying that because you enjoyed the wedding night."

"Not nearly as much as I enjoyed putting that ring on your finger and hearing you say I do." She smiled widely as she looked down at my left hand. She held it up enough to examine the ring and then brought my hand onto her chest, pressing it over her heart. "My heart still beats for you." She added.

"That's the cheesy Mikayla I fell in love with." I joked.

"Don't call me cheesy, woman." She frowned. "I made you food."

"What would I do without you?"

"Starve."

"I'm sure I could make a call or two and hire a cook." I said as Mikayla chuckled and quickly rolled her eyes. "Speaking of food…"

"Let me guess… You're starving? Lucky for you, breakfast is ready." She smiled. "Since you decided to be stubborn and not wait for me in bed, we can have breakfast in the dining room."

"I'll go get the twins." I volunteered.

I made my way up to our bedroom and found my two angels as I had left them. They were both still very invested in their TV show. "Hey guys, mama made breakfast. Y'all coming?"

It was always so amazing to see how quickly these two could haul their little butts downstairs for food. I followed suit, slowly, admiring the way they held each other's hands as they descended down the stairs.

…

"So, I made reservations at Tao for dinner. Just you and I" Mikayla informed me as we were finish up our breakfast.

"In LA?" We still lived in the cabin, three hours away from the city.

"Yes."

"What about the kids?"

"I got that taken care of. Dallas said she'd watch them. I also made reservations at the W so we don't have to worry about having to drive back here."

"Did you make reservations there to avoid driving or to spend the night in a hotel room with me?" I joked.

"Both." She laughed. "We should leave around 3 from here. But in the meantime I say we just relax and enjoy the time we have with Landon and Aria."

After helping her clean up, we found our way over out of the dining room and into the studio. This is where the twins would usually play and where Mikayla and I would often come for some peace. She sat down on the small couch, grabbed my waist and pulled me onto her lap. She rested her hands around me and we sat quietly as we watched over Landon and Aria. They were a few feet away from the couch, playing with a few of their toys. It was always cute watching the way they would interact; neither was ever bored since they kept each other company.

"Hey, Mitch, there's something I've been meaning to ask you." Mikayla broke the silence that had filled the small room. She was looking up at me with a careful expression; almost as if she doubted herself for what she was about to say. "Now, before you actually make a decision I want you to hear me out, okay?"

"I'm all ears. What's up?"

"I've been thinking about starting my own recording label… Well, our own label; you and me. It's going to take some time and a lot of meeting with big business people and all that good stuff, but I think we can do it."

"Where is this coming from?" I ask. I had never heard her talk about wanting to start a label; this was completely out of the blue.

"I want to continue making music, but I haven't felt that drive to continue performing. I realized that I miss so much when I'm away on tour and having to be away from you and the kids, it's hard." She moves her gaze from me to the twins and then smiles. "My dream was to be a star, to put my music out there and I think I accomplished that. Somewhere along the lines of following my dreams I met you and that in itself was another dream come true."

"You can't just give up your music, Mik." I remind her.

"I could never give up my music, I'm just putting it aside for the time being. I've spoken to my management and I've informed them that this is my last album with them. Once this is released I'm done." She began. "I don't want to give up music completely, I just don't feel that same energy for performing. I still find myself inspired enough to write songs and produce music but just not for myself."

"Is this what you really want?" I questioned. I knew Mikayla could be stubborn at times, but this didn't seem like it was a spur of the moment sort of decision. By the looks of it, she must have been thinking about this for a while now.

"Yeah, definitely. You and the twins, that's my first priority, Mitch. If we owned a label, I could work with new artists and help them reach their own dreams. I'll finally have time for you and the rascals." She laughed.

"I..." I begin to speak but was quickly interrupted by my wife.

"Look, I just don't want them to experience what I went through. Sure my father and I have a great relationship now, but that wasn't always the case and you know that. I spent sixteen years without a father, and without a mother too, really. I never knew what growing up with two parents felt like and the last thing I would want is for my own kids to experience that too. I had to grow up so fast, and I made so many mistakes that even to this day I regret." I could hear her voice straining and I knew immediately that she was fighting hard to not cry. "I can't let that happen to our kids."

"Babe, you know we'll always there for them. They'll always have us." I assured her.

"When I'm on tour I feel like I'm slowly being taken away from y'all. I don't even enjoy it like I used to. When I'm not on stage all I can think about is you and what you might be doing. I think of them and what trouble they might be getting into and I just… cry." That was all it took to send her into a small fit of tears. I always hated to see Mikayla cry, especially since she hardly ever did. She had this way of holding strong through most situations. When she'd cry, you knew it was serious.

"Mikayla…" I whispered as I held back a few tears of my own. She was visibly upset about this; it was as if she had been bottling these thoughts up for so long.

"I just don't want to lose either of you." She admitted.

"Baby, we're not going anywhere. Look, you know I'm on board for anything you offer. I've always been supportive of whatever you do and this time is no different. I love the idea of starting a label together." I promise her.

"Really?"

"Yes, Mikayla. It's an awesome idea! And if it's what you want, then let's do it." I wiped away her remaining tears with my thumb.

"Well," She smiled confidently. "In that case, there's something else that I've been meaning to ask."

"Ask away my dear."

"What do you think about possibly moving to Dallas?" She closed her eyes as she asked but then opened one up in anticipation for my answer.

"Like, Texas?" I asked.

"Is there any other Dallas?"

"Well there's my sister…"

"Mitchie, I'm serious!" She groaned.

"Alright, I'm sorry." I laughed. I couldn't help but act dumb with her, she always got so defensive, it was cute. "You want to move to Texas?"

"Yes. Please, just hear me out." She pleads. "Going back to the kids, I just think that we can give them better opportunities if we move out of Cali. We're too close to Hollywood, even if this place is three hours away."

"I'm listening." I informed her as I entertained the idea of us moving out to her homestate.

"California is a great state, don't get me wrong, but it's not where I envisioned us raising our kids. We could give them so much in Dallas, and my family is there to help us out." She said.

"I don't know…"

"I just feel like being in Texas will be better for us all."

"So what about our jobs?"

"Well, I'd like to start the label in Dallas. There's great potential there and the market in the city is booming."

"Where does that leave me?" I feigned being hurt.

"I was thinking we could-" She began to say but I interrupted with a kiss.

"I'm just kidding, Mik. I'm all in."

"What? Really?" Her face turned from soft to confused. She must have thought I was going to be against this whole idea.

"I can figure something out with my label, babe. I'll fly out to LA when I need to, if that's the case. I'm willing to go wherever you want." I assured her.

"Hey guys!" Mikayla called out to the twins. "Come here please."

They both ran over to towards us and hopped up onto the couch. "What mama?" Aria asked, intrigued.

"You guys want to go to Texas?" She asked them. As if our three year olds would even know what Texas was.

"YEAH!" They cheered and clapped their little hands. I could tell that they had absolutely no idea what my wife was talking about, but hey, they're kids they could care less. I guess that's the beauty of a child, to them, everything is amazing.

Aria threw her arms around Mikayla's neck, and Landon quickly followed suit. "I'll take that as a yes." Mikayla said as she hugged them close. She looked at me and smiled. "You gonna get in on this, rockstar?"

"Make room for mommy!" I let out before bringing my arms around the three loves of my lives. I have everything I need right here in my arms. I could never complain.