Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.

Author's Note: So…this is sort of depressing, but I am trying to keep this set of stories realistic. Sorry about that.

Mitchie couldn't believe that she was missing Melody's third birthday party. She never imagined that she would be hiding at home instead of celebrating her niece's birthday, but there were a lot of things happening in her life right now that she had never imagined.

Mitchie had experienced her third miscarriage just two weeks before, and she couldn't face the group of happy children and their smiling parents. She was pretty sure if she had to listen to one woman complain about not getting enough sleep or the trials of potty-training, she would break down and claw someone's eyes. Those women who decided they wanted a child and had one nine months later had no idea how lucky they were. There were lots of things that could be done for people who could not conceive, but doctors couldn't do much for women like Mitchie, who had no trouble getting pregnant but lost each baby before the end of the first trimester. No one could explain to her why it was happening, and no one could tell her if it would ever be any different.

Shane had been amazing. He had put aside his own sadness and disappointment and had focused on trying to help her make it through. He had been by her side almost constantly since she lost the baby, and she had forced him out the door that morning because she knew he wanted to go to the party. While she had distanced herself from the girls after her miscarriages, Shane had actually found comfort in being around Annabelle and Melody. He said he wanted to be sure to be ready when they had their own. It was his way of being positive and supportive; he refused to accept that it might not happen.

Mitchie cried herself to sleep and woke a few hours later when she heard the doorbell ring. She tried to ignore it, but after one more ring, she heard a key turn in the lock. Shane wouldn't have used the door bell, so that left Caitlyn or Jason. She had her answer when she heard Caitlyn's voice call to her, "Mitchie? Where are you?"

Mitchie hoped that if she didn't answer, maybe her best friend would go away. It had gotten to the point that even being around Caitlyn hurt because she was a reminder of what Mitchie wanted but couldn't have. After a few minutes Caitlyn poked her head into the bedroom and saw her friend curled up on the bed. Caitlyn crossed the room and climbed onto Shane's side of the bed without saying anything.

Mitchie broke the silence first, "Did Melody have a nice party? Sorry I didn't make it."

"She had a great time. She loved the guitar you guys got her. Shane promised to teach her to play, which should be interesting." Caitlyn reached over and held her friend's hand, "And you don't have to apologize for not coming. I understand."

"I didn't want to disappoint Melody, but I just couldn't do it, Cait," Mitchie whispered.

Caitlyn squeezed Mitchie's hand, "It's okay. Honest. She's three. With all the excitement and presents, I'm not sure she would've noticed if Nate and I weren't there."

The two women lay quietly on the bed for awhile holding hands, both deep in thought. "Mitch," Caitlyn finally said, "I don't know what to say to help make this better. I don't want you to believe that I think it won't happen, but just so you know, if you needed me to, I would have a baby for you."

Mitchie closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face. She tightened her grip on her friend's hand. "Have you talked to Nate about it?"

"No, but Mitchie, he loves you almost as much as I do. He may not be thrilled about the idea at first, but he won't say no," Caitlyn said confidently. "And you may not even need me, but I wanted you to know it's an option."

"I love you, Caity," Mitchie said in response.

'I know," Caitlyn replied. "I love you too."

Mitchie wasn't ready to give up her dream of having a baby yet, but the ache was a little bit more bearable knowing that there was another option out there, knowing that she had people who loved her.