Shot in the Dark: A Mick Mars X Ozzy Osbourne Story

Chapter 61: Safe Harbor Christmas Part 1

My homecoming after 2 long months was nothing short of a miracle. The triplets, my little girls and my unborn son were healthy and despite my ever-increasing size, pain, etc....i was happy to be with the ones I loved each and every day. To be a bit more specific, I came home on December 14, 1986....and honestly, I fucking cried, we all did and especially seeing what my husband had been up to....

"Ere we are...Mars Mountain." Ozzy breaks me out of my reverie as we are parked for the moment at the bottom of our long driveway. Michelle and Angel are amazingly still awake, fighting sleep because they are so excited, I am HOME. The point is the sight makes me cry, no fucking sob.... the three little angels within me squirm about in protest as I attempt to calm them.

"I-I.... never th-thought I'd see this house again....be here with you and...and...the kids." I stammer in between sobs. I am vaguely aware, of the parking break being set and my husband cupping my face in his warm, warm hands....his distinct scent invading my senses.

"I know darling.... EVERYTHING about you is a miracle. You ARE here....and I am going to take care of you, and all our children...." It is here Ozzy places both his hands on my stomach cradling it, my hands joining his....and obviously he is not wearing his seatbelt. "Our eldest girls and our youngest and our son....you've given me the greatest gifts one could ever receive: these angels inside you, the ones in back seat and YOU....you're heart." Ozzy's eyes are sparkling with more than just tears, but such love.

"I love you." I whisper, much calmer now as are the triplets who kick me gently...moving in contentment. Ozzy kisses me then my stomach, checking back to look on our girls...making sure they are ok....and the next thing I know....is I panic....as I realize Ozzy has me in our bedroom and I am in bed clothes? "Oz? W-Why.... the babies.... the girls..."

"Shh...you're ok.... you dozed off a bit after telling me you loved me. I carried you inside and got you comfortable as I could. Angel and Michelle are taking naps in their rooms, and they are ok I promise you....the babies are ok too. You need to sleep ok my love? I can tell you are still very much exhausted."

I grit my teeth at my back hurting....and the tears come...I fucking HATE this shit!

"Hurts...babies.... are c-calm...but...I can't s-sleep like t-this!"

"Shh.... it'll pass.... I've got you." Ozzy of course knows just what to do, carefully maneuvering me, kneading my spine...the warmth slowly of his hands making my pain dissipate. I sigh and cry both with relief. "Better now darling?"

"Y-Yes..." I whisper, "Wait...w-what about nursery and...and.." I trail off, it having just occurred to me to ask.

"Hey...hey there's plenty of time for that. Sleep, ok? The most important thing is you are HERE." Ozzy lays me back kissing me, rubbing my belly and I give into sleep....... but not before my last thought: I am home...HOME...Ozzy you and our children are my safe harbor.... i feel safest in your arms....

I wake up hands on my stomach, as my unborn children started kicking me...groaning...and I come to realize several things: it's dark, likely late....and where is Ozzy?! Before I can REALLY begin to freak the fuck out....in walks my husband baring a tray laden with food.

"Mick, I am sorry to have worried you. Girls ave' just been put to bed, but not before I brought them in to say goodnight, still the same day....and I figured you were hungry." I instantly calmed down, despite my physical misery. Ozzy sets the tray on my side of the bed, kissing me before helping me up and to the bathroom, our daughters and son kicking at me...me groaning. I pee for a fucking eternity it feels before FINALLY the babies lay off my bladder and I wash my hands. "Your children are using my damn bladder as a trampoline!" I whine, yes you heard me whine.

"I am sorry my love." Ozzy kisses me before helping prop me up in our bed so I can eat. I eat and I can feel the babies within kick me in delight. "You look really.... radiant firefly." Ozzy says softly.

I blush heavily before replying with, "Their happy and that's all that matters...." I think a moment before saying, "Any ideas on names? For the girls at least? I have one for our son."

"I just love seeing you happy....and you are so damned beautiful." My husband's words bring tears to my eyes as I continue to eat. "Well I'd love to hear the name for our son." Ozzy is sitting as close to me as he can get, being so protective and loving.

I take a couple more bites before I say, "Well.....um for our son Les Paul....that's not...silly right?" I hesitate.

"Fuck no its not silly Mick.... it's perfect. Sides we're hardly the most conventional people around." I snort in amusement at those words. "Les Paul it is." Softly now. "Girls names.... hmm, well....my name is...real name is John, maybe Johanna a female version of my name.... Hmmm Johanna Iris for one little girl and.... hmm..." Ozzy taps his chin in thought. "Ah yes....bit unusual but Azalea Rose."

"Oz.... those are BEAUTIFUL!" I cannot help but be fully moved to tears. "Les Paul, Johanna Iris and Azalea Rose..." I try out each of our unborn children's names, LOVING the sound. Loving THEM.... I do finish eating and I insist on checking on our oldest, Ozzy of course helping me along..., me stopping here and there, and thankfully both Angel and Michelle are asleep. I without waking them, kiss each of their little foreheads. "Mommy loves you....so much and when you wake up tomorrow.... Just wait till you hear the names of your sisters and brothers. I'd argue that you...your siblings and your father are MY greatest gifts." I whispered tearfully.

"Agree to disagree my love." Ozzy whispers. "If you're feeling up to it, I'd love to give you an early Christmas present."

"The nursery?" I whisper.

"Yes, firefly and then how about a shower eh?"

"Kiss me first?"

"Like you have to ask..." Ozzy breaths against my lips, kissing me. We linger for a while longer watching over our twins before Ozzy leads me to the nursery, my belly as usual popping everywhere.

"I love them dearly.... but.... fuck...." I grumble feeling uncomfortable.

"I gotcha." I feel us stop a moment, Ozzy getting on his knees speaking to...Les Paul, Johanna, and Azalea. "Give your mum a bit of a break in there.... know you're excited." Ozzy gently kisses my belly a few times and I feel calm. "Close your eyes.... i won't let you fall, ok?"

"I trust you." I whisper, closing my eyes....Ozzy leading me and the sound of an open door and I feel my self set down in the most comfortable chair imaginable that actually feels heavenly on my back.

"Ok open those eyes my love...."

I open my eyes and they go wide....and fill with tears.... colors for girls and boys.... toys, clothes, changing tables, EVERYTHING 2 babies need and then some.... but what really stuns me is portraits hanging on the wall above the cribs, portraits of Ozzy and I, Angel, and Michelle.... it's like a timeline of our love story......

Ozzy sits next to me, taking my hands in his....and gently he wipes away my tears.

"You...you thought of everything Ozzy. Its perfect....so perfect. I can't imagine a more perfect room and its one hell of a Christmas present....everything and I do mean everything...all the pain and suffering...our fears will be worth it."

"I wanted to do something special.....it means a lot to me, and especially because of YOU. You opened your heart again to me and gave me a second chance. I fucking promise you, no matter what happens...." Ozzy breaks down. "You will always have my heart."

"Ozzy.... you've had mine from the get-go....and that will NEVER change. I will even in death...." I break down, "Always be with you...and.... promise me, something....if....if what happened with the twins happens again...and I don't make it...Oz...know that I will never truly leave you."

"Mick.... I promise......I promise." He whispers resting his forehead against mine....

He knew what I truly meant....i wanted him to live for me, to know that I'd never leave him by choice....he knew it then and he knows it still today....

A/N: Names for the triplets...Mick is at last at home, some surprises and the bitter-sweet. Next chapter will be part 2 to this.