February 14, 2005
"No one else will ever do,
I'll be yours, and I'll be true
Have no fear, don't worry dear,
Because I'm yours."
As she sang, Stevie watched the deep brown eyes locked on hers slowly close, the gentle rocking in the chair lulling her daughter to sleep. The grip around her thumb loosened, and she was gone. She carried on rocking her, gazing into her sleeping face. She had a halo of honey golden curls and long, dark eyelashes. Stevie knew she was biased but as she stroked her soft, rosy cheek, she was convinced that a more beautiful baby could not exist.
"Hey, the food is here." Sheryl smiled in the doorway. "She gone?"
"Out cold." She lifted a chubby arm and let it drop to illustrate her point. Sheryl giggled.
"Mean mama. Come and eat."
Stevie placed a gentle kiss on her daughter's temple, inhaling her freshly-bathed smell, before carefully placing her in her crib. She crept out of the nursery and down to the living room, where Sheryl sat cross legged in front of the coffee table, unpacking Mexican takeout.
"Do you remember our first Valentine's Day?" Stevie asked, dropping down beside her.
"I do. We flew to Venice for the weekend, went out to eat, and spent the rest of the time in our hotel room." She crammed a nacho into her mouth. "Mind blowing sex."
"And this year we're in sweatpants, drinking beer and watching American Idol."
"But! The baby is asleep. A victory I could never have foreseen being this happy about. Ugh, you're kidding - he forgot the fucking queso."
"However will you survive?"
"Fuck-" she jabbed an elbow into her ribs, "the fuck off."
Stevie nudged her back playfully before tickling the bare sole of her foot.
"Stevie! Stop! Don't you - no!" Stevie had pinned her down and was straddling her, tickling any part of her she could reach. Sheryl's sweater rode up and Stevie touched her bare stomach. Suddenly, Sheryl stopped giggling and pulled her sweater back down, trying to get out from under Stevie.
"Babe -"
"Let's just eat, ok? I'm getting kinda tired."
She had been struggling to come to terms with the way her body had changed since pregnancy, and despite Stevie's best efforts, she had become more and more withdrawn; Stevie hadn't seen her naked since the birth and the most intimate they had been were chaste kisses in the morning and at night.
"Sheryl, we need to talk about this."
"Now's not a good time."
"Actually, now is the perfect time. We have the entire evening to ourselves, and if Valentine's Day isn't the best day of the year for me to be able to show you how much I love and worship every inch of you then I don't know what is."
Sheryl glanced at her sideways, chewing her lip as tears formed in her eyes.
"It's just hard, like...I'm not dumb, I knew things would be different, but my whole body feels so strange to me. I feel like I don't know who I am anymore. I tried to put on a pair of jeans this morning and I couldn't get them over my hips. The shape of my hips has literally changed, I didn't even know that was a thing. How am I supposed to be confident around you if I can't even see myself in my reflection anymore?"
"You don't need to be confident around me. We can take things at whatever pace you're happy with, just let me start with this."
She gently took her face in her hands, running her thumbs along her jawline. Sheryl's breath hitched slightly as she brushed over her lips before leaning in and kissing her. She whimpered lightly at the feel of Stevie's soft, full lips against hers.
"Is this ok?"
Sheryl nodded, watching Stevie's pupils dilate as they gazed into each other's eyes. This time, she leaned into the kiss, her arousal beginning to stir as Stevie's tongue flicked over her lips, wordlessly begging for permission to enter. She moaned as she opened her mouth and tasted Stevie's tongue and remembered how even after 4 years, making out with Stevie Nicks was still as thrilling as it was that first night on the fire escape.
"I've missed your lips."
Stevie smiled in response, feeling Sheryl beginning to open up to her.
"Do you want more? We can just keep doing this -"
"I want you."
She tangled her fingers into Stevie's hair and pulled her hungrily back in for another kiss. Stevie toyed with the bottom of Sheryl's sweater again before slipping her hands under it, blindly exploring the warm softness of her skin and taking hold of her waist.
"Are you comfortable with this?" She breathlessly broke the kiss and the care and concern in her eyes made Sheryl want her even more.
"Yes. I'm so in love with you - you know that, don't you?"
Stevie smiled and Sheryl kissed the tip of her wrinkling nose before finding her mouth once more. Stevie traced her fingertips across her stomach and she flinched slightly. She broke the kiss and saw the anxiety in Sheryl's eyes.
"Sorry, Stevie."
"Don't ever apologize. Would this help?"
Without any ceremony she lifted her own sweater over her head and discarded it, her chest bare beneath it. Sheryl's eyes fell to her breasts and her desire began to burn. Stevie took her hands and placed them on her body.
"Touch me," she whispered against her lips before kissing her. Sheryl's hands immediately began to roam, one around her back and down inside the waistband of her pants, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer, the other clutching at her breast, toying and pinching her hard nipple. "Fuck."
"Your body is so incredible." It was such a turn-on to have her hands full of Stevie's soft, plump flesh. She thought again about her own body and how Stevie might actually like her more this way, too.
She hesitantly took hold of her sweater. Stevie smiled as she waited patiently.
"I love you so much."
"I know." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before removing the sweater. She instinctively crossed her arms in front of herself, trying to hide her stomach and distinctly unsexy nursing bra.
Stevie gently but firmly took her hands, linking their fingers, and pulled her arms away. She leant in to kiss her, tracing her tongue along her jawline and gently nibbling her earlobe.
"You've never been more beautiful than you are right now," she whispered into her ear before beginning to kiss and suck at her neck. Sheryl closed her eyes and let her head drop back as Stevie moved down to her breasts, kissing the fullness spilling over the top of the bra. She glanced up and smiled as the worry in Sheryl's face began to melt away. "I don't think I need to tell you how happy I am with these?"
Sheryl giggled softly and allowed Stevie to reach up her back and unclasp the bra, shrugging it off and flushing a little when she saw Stevie's eyes widen with desire as she took in the sight.
She laid back as Stevie planted a line of kisses down between her breasts to her stomach. Biting her lip and holding her breath, she waited nervously as Stevie explored what had once been firm, toned abs and was now forever changed - a permanently rounded belly, punctuated with loose skin and silvery stretch marks.
Stevie made her way across it, kissing every feature. Sheryl put her hands to her face, a tear rolling down into her hair.
"Hey." She took her hands again. "How could I not think you, right now, are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen? How crazy would that be? Your body grew and protected our baby. Your body gave me the most precious thing I could ever imagine. I'm in love with everything about it. I could never look at you and think you were anything other than miraculous. You are heaven."
Sheryl sat up and threw her arms around Stevie's neck, kissing her deeply as her tears soaked their cheeks.
"Thank you."
"Thank you. Now lie back and let me show you how grateful I am."
