Warning: If you have not read the fan fiction For Better Or Worse (written by me) do NOT go any further into this story. This story is the sequel to the previously mentioned fan fiction. Reading this without reading the prequel may cause very much confusion. I highly advise reading FBOW first.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or Wizards of Waverly Place. I also do not own "Airplanes."

Rating: M (16 and over); Pairing: Alex/Mitchie; OOC/AU

Femslash. Girlxgirl. Don't like? Don't read.

It's funny how one little mistake could change the course of your entire life. Mitchie Torres and Alex Russo would be the first to tell you that.

At the young age of sixteen, Mitchie Torres went to Camp Rock. There, she met the handsome pop star Shane Gray. But we all know that story. It's ancient history.

Mitchie took away a lot more from Camp Rock than most campers did. While everyone else was going home with smiles and musical knowledge in their heads, Mitchie departed with fresh wounds on her heart and an embryo planted in her uterus because of a drunken incident involving the aforementioned pop star.

Alex, on the other hand, didn't create a life. In fact, she almost ended the lives of her entire school by catching the building on fire in an attempt to smoke gone terribly wrong.

We all know what happened after these events took place. Mitchie moved to New York, Alex was expelled, Justin began teaching them both, they met, became friends, and soon after fell in love. I won't bore you with all of the details which you already know.

The story of Alex and Mitchie is unique, to say the least. And it had a happy ending.

His name was Sam.

From the moment Samuel James Torres was born, he was surrounded by two loving parents (each mothers in their own respects), two sets of grandparents, and lots of aunts and uncles (siblings of Alex's and friends of either of his mothers). He had more love in his life after being just born than some people encounter in their entire lifetime.

So, a happy ending, right? What more could there be to tell?

You'd be surprised. There is still so much more. So much left untold. Dreams have not been reached. Goals have not been met. Milestones have not been hit. And secrets have not been revealed.

It was fate which made Alex, Mitchie, and Sam a family.

But fate had more in store for them than they realized.

Eighteen year-old Mitchie Torres looked around the small, empty apartment with a nervous feeling in her gut. This was it. She was officially on her own.

"Mitch?" a familiar voice said. It caused her heart to swell with happiness every time she heard it. This time was no exception.

Mitchie turned and saw her girlfriend of over a year, Alex Russo, standing in the open doorway of their newly rented, two bedroom, one bath, New York City apartment. The Latino girl had her raven hair in two ponytails, the bands low and the ends curled, hanging over her shoulders. A small smile was on her face, not reaching her dark brown eyes.

"Hey, you," Mitchie said affectionately. She gave the girl her signature toothy smile and moved a few strands of her (recently dyed) black hair out of her eyes.

"Justin's here with the van," Alex said, announcing her brother's arrival. "Caitlyn and Gabe are downstairs helping him to get it parked."

"That's a three person job?" Mitchie asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"It's Justin," Alex said. This was a highly acceptable answer, and Mitchie seemed to understand it perfectly, for she nodded.

"Fair enough."

"You had that distant look on your face." Alex pushed off the doorframe and started walking towards her lover. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

She reached out and placed her hands on Mitchie's waist, a waist which had greatly decreased in size since the two had met because Mitchie had been pregnant back then. Mitchie sighed and draped her arms over Alex's shoulders, a nervous smile making its way to her lips.

"Just about what this place is going to look like once we put furniture in it," she said, looking in Alex's eyes, then to her lips. "And about christening our first home together with you tonight."

Heat rose in Alex's cheeks, and her mouth suddenly went dry. "Looking forward to it."

It wasn't like Alex and Mitchie had never had sex before. They'd taken care of that not long after Sam was born, but Alex couldn't help acting like a scared little virgin when Mitchie spoke like that.

"Justin, forward, not backward!"

The sound of Caitlyn Geller, Mitchie's best friend from Camp Rock and Sam's godmother, drifted in from the open window of the empty living room.

Alex sighed and rolled her eyes, a bit irritated at her brother for ruining her moment with Mitchie. True, it was Caitlyn who'd yelled, but she was yelling at Justin, so Alex blamed him.

Mitchie and Alex removed their hands from each other and went over to the window, looking out onto the street below.

Justin was seated behind the wheel of a moving van. His brown hair (which he now wore down instead of jelled up) was sticking to his forehead because of not only the heat from the non-air-conditioned truck, but also from being so nervous steering such a large vehicle. He was used to a small car, so this was extremely unfamiliar to him. And it didn't help to have Caitlyn yelling orders at him.

"Justin, would you just park that thing already?" Alex yelled down at him, clearly frustrated.

He stuck his head out of the window of the truck and looked up at his sister, who had her head hanging out of the second floor window of her new apartment.

"You come down here and park it, then!"

"No, that's your job!" Alex retorted before pulling her head back inside.

Mitchie, who was also peering from the window, shook her head at her girlfriend's antics. "Just park it, Justin, okay? It doesn't have to be perfect. Just pull up a little more and that will be fine!"

As Justin began to do as instructed, Mitchie removed her head from the window and closed it. She turned and saw Alex standing in the kitchen area, opening a cabinet.

"Why are you giving him a hard time?" Mitchie asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. "He's doing us a favor by helping us move."

Neither Mitchie's nor Alex's parents had been able to help their girls with the move. Mr. and Mrs. Torres were currently back home in Texas taking care of Connie's mother after she'd gotten out of the hospital (nothing serious, just a hip replacement), and Mr. and Mrs. Russo had to run the sub shop while their two workers were busy moving.

"I know, I'm just anxious." Alex sighed and closed the cabinet door. She'd never been one to show any signs of weakness, but Mitchie had taught her to let her guard down, to be more open.

"I know you are, Hon," Mitchie said quietly, giving Alex a soft smile. "But it's gonna be great. We've talked about this. We've been preparing to move in together for months."

"You're right," Alex said. "I know you're right. I'm just scared to leave home for good, ya know?"

"I am, too," Mitchie said, nodding in agreement. "But then I remember that tonight I get to snuggle up to you in our bed, in our room, and we don't have to worry about my mom knocking on the door… or one of your brothers barging in…" She gave the other girl a sly smile, getting a mischievous one in return.

Both girls were remembering the time Harper was watching Sam for them so they could have a date. They'd gone back to Alex's house, up to her room, and started getting… Intimate. When Justin heard the sound of moaning, he assumed Alex was sick, so he came in to check on her. What he found was that Alex was anything but. It would be pretty hard for her to be vomiting with Mitchie's mouth attached to hers, after all.

"Yeah, Justin sure learned to knock after that," Alex said with a wide grin.

"Yes, I did," Justin said from the doorway, causing both girls to look in his direction. "And I'd hope you learned to lock the door after that, too."

"It was locked. You unlocked it with a spell, remember?" Alex frowned at her brother. She was still angry at him for interrupting just as she was getting… "close." And not to mention, when he screamed her parents came running upstairs, along with Max.

After that, her father wouldn't look her in the eye for weeks and Mitchie couldn't face one of Alex's relatives without going red in the face.

"Well then use an unbreakable locking charm." Justin scowled back at his sister and placed the small box he'd been carrying by the door.

"Would you two get along and stop talking about stuff regarding the W word," Mitchie scolded. "Caitlyn or Gabe may hear you."

Justin shook his head. "They're unloading boxes onto the sidewalk and watching the truck."

"We should make you watch the truck. You're the weakest," Alex said, walking past Justin and towards the door. She made sure she bumped into her brother with her shoulder as she went by.

"Didn't your girlfriend just tell you to be nice to me?" Justin asked with a big pout.

"She's not the boss of me," Alex said, leaning against the doorframe.

Mitchie raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest. Alex froze.

"I mean… I love you?"

Mitchie smiled and shook her head in an assumed manner. "Go help unload the truck, you. Both of you." She nodded towards Justin. "I'll stand guard of the apartment."

"Yes dear," Alex said hurriedly and dashed off down the hall, to the elevators.

Justin smirked and followed after her.

"Whipped."

"Shut up," Alex grunted and pushed the down button as her annoying older brother chuckled at her.

When the siblings walked out of the building and onto the sidewalk, elbowing and nudging each other, the couple unloading boxes from the truck stopped and stared, eyebrows raised.

"I thought they stopped fighting," Gabe said to his girlfriend of a year, Caitlyn.

She looked up at him as he handed her another box from the back of the huge moving truck. "Really?" She laughed a little. "Alex and Justin will never stop fighting. Ever. And even after they die, their ghosts will still be going at it."

Caitlyn placed the box on the sidewalk next to the others as Alex got Justin into a headlock.

"WOULD YOU TWO STOP IT?" Caitlyn yelled at them. "Do I have to get Mitchie out here?"

At the mention of her girlfriend's name, Alex released her brother's head so quickly that he didn't have time to recover and fell to the cement in a heap.

"I saw that," Mitchie's voice called from above their heads.

Everyone looked up to see that Mitchie had opened the window once again and was peering down at them on the sidewalk, an amused smile on her face.

"Ya know, Alex, if you weren't so damn cute I might actually be annoyed with you for being so childish lately," she said. "But seriously, what's gotten into you today?"

"Nothing," Alex said sheepishly, hanging her head, tucking her hands behind her back, and scuffing the toe of her black Converse on the sidewalk.

Mitchie rolled her eyes. "Gabe, can you babysit my girlfriend and her brother for a few minutes? I wanna talk to Caitlyn for a second."

"Sure," Gabe answered, though he sounded nervous. He wiped his sweaty hands on his navy blue polo shirt and tried to give what looked like a confident smile, though it did not reach his blue eyes.

"You'll be fine," Caitlyn told him. "Just be aware that Alex will do just about anything to get out of work."

"Not true," Alex said, a little defensively.

"Sure it's not," Caitlyn said with a roll of her eyes. And with that, she walked to the door of the building, opened it, and went inside. Not a second later, Mitchie closed the window again.

"Okay, I'm supervising!" Alex exclaimed. "I'm going to make sure you unload right. So, Gabe, Justin, get to work. I'll be watching you."

Gabe watched with a shocked expression as Alex sat on one of the bigger boxes and propped her feet up on one of the smaller ones. Justin merely shook his head.

"What's up?" Caitlyn asked as Mitchie opened the apartment door for her and walked inside.

"Can you babysit Sam tonight?" Mitchie asked.

"Can't you just get Harper to do it?" Caitlyn frowned. "She's already watching him now."

Everyone had decided it was best that Harper, Alex's best friend, was nowhere near the move that day because of how much of a klutz she was. She'd been asked to watch Samuel instead, which she was surprisingly good at.

"Which is why she can't," Mitchie said. "She said she'd watch him for the day, but she has a date with Zeke tonight."

Zeke was Justin's odd, somewhat flamboyant (though he wasn't gay-or so he said) best friend. After Harper stopped wasting her time with the Jeremy's from various classes and got over her crush on Justin, she set her sights on Zeke, and they'd been dating ever since.

"Well get Justin to do it, then."

"He's working."

"Alex's parents?" Caitlyn offered.

"Miss Theresa finally convinced Mr. Jerry to take her out somewhere nice for dinner," Mitchie said. She was now on a first name basis with her girlfriend's parents, even if she used the formal title. "Miss Theresa wouldn't cancel that for anything in the world… And please don't suggest I ask Max to watch him!"

"Mitchie, I'd like my godson to be alive by the end of the night," Caitlyn said with a shocked expression, nearly appalled that Mitchie would even think she'd suggest letting Alex's younger, nuisance of a brother take care of a baby. "Why do you need a babysitter anyway? Are you really going to go out on a date on your first night in your apartment with Alex?"

"No," Mitchie said, her face going red. "We just wanted to enjoy it… Alone for a little while."

"I am not cancelling my date so you and Alex can finger each other," Caitlyn said bluntly.

"Caitlyn!" Mitchie scolded, smacking her friend on the arm. "Don't say things like that! You know they make me cringe!"

"Which is why I say them." She laughed and poked Mitchie in the side, earning a giggle from the embarrassed girl. "Why can't you two just have sex before you go pick up Sam from Harper?"

"I guess we could…" Mitchie looked at the ground. "Only that would only give us enough time for us to each have a turn…"

"Stop trying to make me feel guilty, ya horndog!"

"Caitlyn!"

A crash outside the window made both girls whip their heads in the direction. They ran over and looked out of it.

Justin was lying on the ground with several boxes lying on top of him. One of the tops was open and pieces of broken plate lay on the pavement. In the back of the truck was a scared-looking Gabe. Alex sat atop two boxes stacked on top of each other, laughing her head off. Mitchie could hear her muffled laughter, her heart fluttering at the sound even though she was slightly peeved because it was obvious Alex was responsible for the chaos. And plus… Now the plates were broken before they'd even gotten to use them.

"What has gotten into Alex today?" Caitlyn asked, slightly frowning. "I haven't seen her be this mean to Justin… Ever."

"I have," Mitchie said, moving away from the window. "She used to be horrible to him when I first met them. But they started getting along… I think she's just afraid.

"Afraid of what?" she looked at Mitchie.

"Moving away from home," the young mother answered. "She's scared of leaving him behind, so she's compensating by making him miserable so he won't want to give her a sweet, heart-felt goodbye when we finish bringing everything up."

"Does she think it will hurt less or something?"

"I guess so." Mitchie shrugged. "And it does no good talking to her about it. She doesn't even realize she's doing it. And she'd deny it if she did."

"Just when you think she's taken a few steps forward…"

"She takes leaps back."

Mitchie sighed and moved some of her black bangs from her eyes. She suddenly felt tired, and all she had done that day was put the boxes in the moving van and get the keys from the landlord. She still needed to actually move everything in (with the help of Alex, Justin, Caitlyn, and Gabe, of course).

"Alright," Mitchie said. "Let's quit stalling. We have my home to furnish."

Some hours and much manual labor later (after everyone had left except the owners of the dwelling), Alex and Mitchie collapsed on their new couch in their new living room of their new apartment, sweaty and exhausted.

"So tired!" Alex whined, leaning to her left so that she fell, her head going to Mitchie's lap; she was completely prepared to use it as a pillow.

"Why are you so tired?" Mitchie asked as she put her hand up the back of Alex's t-shirt and began to rub the girl's sweaty back. "You mostly 'supervised' all day, which is your way of saying doing nothing!"

"I was doing something!" Alex protested with a pout, though her face was turned away from Mitchie so she couldn't see it. "I was making sure Justin didn't break anything!"

"After the plates he didn't break anything…"

"Because I was watching him!" An object on the coffee table caught Alex's attention. "Ooh! I wonder if Spongebob is on!"

Alex reached out and grabbed the television remote, her head not leaving Mitchie's lap. Mitchie giggled at her girlfriend's immaturity as Alex pressed the red button at the top of the black device.

As soon as a picture came on the screen, loud, white noise filled the room to go with the static. Alex and Mitchie both covered their ears and cringed.

Mitchie grabbed the remote from Alex's hand and turned off the noisy television. Each girl instantly calmed down once the pain in their ears was gone.

Mitchie gave a sigh of relief and tossed the remote to the side before putting her hand up the back of Alex's shirt again and continuing to rub the skin there in small circles.

"Cable isn't hooked up yet," Mitchie said. "Forgot to tell you that."

"Great, now what are we supposed to do?" Alex pouted even more than earlier.

Mitchie gave a sly grin. "I have a couple of ideas." She brought her hand further up and snapped Alex's bra strap.

Alex gave a squeal of surprise and sat up straight, looking at her girlfriend with wide eyes. Mitchie only gave her a sexy smile in return before grabbing the other girl by the back of the neck and crashing their lips together.

The Latino girl recovered quickly from her surprise, slowly gliding her tongue over Mitchie's bottom lip. Mitchie instantly granted her entrance, which was unusual; she usually liked to tease a little bit. Alex pulled back, dazed.

"What's up with you?" she asked, out of breath. "Why are you rushing into this kiss?"

"I couldn't find anyone to watch Sam tonight," Mitchie explained, her own breathing coming in quick gasps. "This is our only chance to christen this place tonight without interruptions."

"Right now?" Alex raised her eyebrows.

Mitchie nodded. "Right now."

"Okay," Alex breathed before crashing her lips to Mitchie's again. She was no fool. She'd take sex when she could get it. Ever since Sam started getting older, they didn't get many chances. She was just lucky she wasn't supposed to start her period for another few days, or sex wouldn't be an option at the moment because that would just be completely gross.

Alex stood, Mitchie following her lead; they didn't break the kiss. Alex put her hands on Mitchie's waist as hers went to Alex's shoulders. As the kiss became more heated, Mitchie started backing up, leading Alex toward the bedroom. As they walked, they were not looking where they were going, so they ran into and knocked over various boxes which had yet to be unpacked. Mitchie was just glad she and Caitlyn had put sheets on the bed so that they wouldn't have to do that now, open boxes, and start looking for the sheets.

The kiss was only broken when Alex lifted Mitchie's shirt over her head in one fluid motion. Hungrily, she stared at her girlfriend's bra-clad chest. Alex put her head down and pressed her soft lips to the exposed flesh of Mitchie's right breast.

"Can we pretend like airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars…"

Alex groaned into Mitchie's boob as her pocket vibrated and the sound of her ringtone filled the room.

"So much for no interruptions…" Mitchie muttered as Alex removed herself from her chest.

"Sorry." Alex answered the call. "WHAT, HARPER?"

Mitchie watched as Alex went from irritated to just plain angry.

"What? No!... Why now?... Twenty more minutes?... Please!..." Alex's face, which had gone red, fell. "Fine... See you in a few." She hung up the phone and gave Mitchie a sad look. "Harper wants to start getting ready. We need to go get Sam now."

"Shit," Mitchie said, stamping her foot. "I really needed that…"

"Me too," Alex agreed. She was just as sexually frustrated as Mitchie was. Working, school, and raising a one-year-old didn't leave much time for intimacy. "Maybe we can try after we put Sammy to bed."

"If he wants to go to bed," his mother grumbled. He was going through a phase where he refused to go to sleep.

"Come on, we'll get him to. We'll make him dinner, fix him a bottle, and give him a bath." Alex smiled mischievously. "And then… You and I can take a bath."

Mitchie grinned, giving a small giggle. "I'd love that."

"Great!" Alex clapped her hands in front of her. "So let's get a move on! The faster we get Sammy and put him to bed, the faster we can make Alex's vagina happy!"

Mitchie rolled her eyes at her crudeness. "Alright, little Miss Hormones… Let's go get our son."

Alex had to smile.

"Yeah. Let's go get our son and bring him home."

Here we go. It's just getting started, guys. I've been wanting to write this story over a year. I'm excited. Are you?

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