Kiss Your Crϋe Goodbye (A Kiss & Mӧtley tale)

Chapter 50: My Alien's Birthday

It's Mick's birthday today, and I am determined to make it special. I have been, but that is beside the point. Ultimately it's the least I can do for the man that saves my life every day, and sadly it was a long night for me, poor Erica just wanted to be held and she'd cry and wake every time I put her down.....i wanted Mick to sleep, but my husband ever the alien got up anyway to help me, saying he knew I needed him, but I haven't been able to sleep and I think he went back to sleep long before I did. I need more sleep but that's for later, right now I've just finished nursing Erica and burping her and succeeding in laying her in her little bassinet and she's fallen asleep and is still asleep.

I yawn hugely, but whisper smoothing back her hair...., "Sleep well my Martian princess. Today is a very special day, it's daddy's birthday and I've got a lot to do. You need me and I will come running. I love you sweet girl." I kiss her little forehead and manage an exhausted smile. Keeping a watchful eye on her, I quickly gather all the gifts I got Mick.... save for one that's hidden in our studio. Also, there are gifts from our family, I just figured that my husband would love a more intimate birthday.

Checking on my daughter who is still sleeping away, I get started on making Mick's favorite breakfast and I get lost in my thoughts, though not TOO lost...as I make sure my daughter is ok.

Mick is 43 years old today, and I've known of him for years before I met him.... he always seemed so quiet, the 'alien', the glue...the heart even I could tell for years before of our band. I'd heard things, his tragic life before he met me. I still can't BELIEVE that ultimately because of him, I am free from those monsters...he's saved me from getting raped and killed twice. It was fate us meeting like we did; he's never given up on me.... I've never...NEVER experienced the things I feel except for when I am with my alien. He's so patient, kind no matter how much physical pain he is in....and look what he's given me: his heart, Erica, LOVE...true and pure love.... He's given me my life back even though I still have my moments. I look at this, today of all days as the smallest way I can say 'thank you' though my Micky will say my loving him and being with him is more than enough....

I am broken out of my reverie by two things: one, I realize I am crying and two, God how I love two.... two tattooed arms I know so very well slide around my waist and hug me from behind, me leaning back into my beloved's scent of vodka, lemons & leather.

"Eric..." Mick murmurs into my hair. "You didn't have to do all this....it means so much to me that you are, but I know you are dead on your feet and have been up all night and baby.... baby, don't cry.... you'll make me cry. Talk to me so I can make it better."

"M-Micky..." I begin, "Its.... your birthday, I really wanted to make this a special day for you, and I should take care of you too and, and please just let me do this for you." I tremble.

Mick turns me in his arms, "Eric, you already HAVE.... because you are here with me, you gave me your heart and a child. You both are my worlds. For once in my life, I am happy as I have never known before." Mick echoing my thoughts perfectly reaching out to caress my cheek, "If you want to do this, then I will let you.... but I am still gonna take care of you regardless." Mick kisses me, stays right with me and watches over Erica. I really am dead on my feet, but I soldier on, Mick looking worried.

I manage to get breakfast done and little does my husband know, I have dinner planned out and I've already hidden a cake.

"I hope you're having a good birthday Micky..." I yawn, managing to take a bite of food.

"that's it, Eric.... you are gonna get some sleep." Mick's tone firm and gentle, its just his way. Next thing I know, I find myself in our bedroom and panic.

"Erica...Micky.... its.... it's your birthday, I wanted.... i just...." A gentle finger to my lips before my husband takes me in his arms.

"She's ok, she's still sleeping. And all I really want and need for my birthday is YOU and her. You both are the greatest gifts I could ever get. You make every day special, remember that, Eric. I love you...now, please sleep for me.... I..."

I cut my husband off croaking out, "What if.... she.... needs to be fed and...and changed? And...I had.... presents for you."

"I've got you Eric and her...if she needs to be fed, I can help you nurse her, and I will change her. Don't worry my love." Turns out I fell asleep right after this, and Mick was true to his word...and in fact I was SO exhausted my daughter nursed from me and I didn't wake up......until later that evening.

I wake up and I don't know how much time has passed.... but that doesn't matter, I feel so much better than I did, still tired but far less than I was....and I hear voices, little coos, and Mick's dark yet light voice at the door.

"You wanna see mommy princess?" More coos follow and I have to smile as my husband and daughter enter the bedroom. "Eric...you look much more rested. She nursed you while you were out a time or two, she's been changed and now, how about dinner huh? Some little girl is hungry again."

My heart is so full, as Mick helps me with Erica, manages to kiss me and I feed our daughter.... After Erica burped, Mick and I headed downstairs as I held Erica and I got started on dinner, Mick insisting on helping and I don't argue. Sooner than I think, dinner is done and eater and afterwards, Mick minding Erica I bring out his birthday cake....and his eyes go so wide.

"Happy birthday Micky. I love you."

Mick with tears in his eyes replies, "I love you too and thank you baby...thank you so much."

Candles are lit and blown out, cake is consumed and this time I take Erica as I have my husband open first gifts from family and then my gifts which included.... some of his favorite films, an autographed Black Sabbath album, his favorite flowers....and other things that I know he loves. The presents earn me many kisses and I can tell Mick is very touched by it all, but still there is one last thing...

"Micky? Follow me, take my hand....and close your eyes." Mick does so, a smile upon his lips as I lead him carefully to our studio, Erica in tow...her making the cutest noises and tell Mick to open his eyes which immediately fill with tears....

"Eric? You...Wow.... just...wow..." What has my husband speechless, is a guitar and new amps custom made...the guitar in question has HIS favorite colors AND a portrait of me on there. "This...is...AMAZING."

Next thing I know Mick has I and Erica both wrapped in his embrace, his forehead resting against mine.

"Happy 43rd Birthday Micky. My beloved alien."

"My beloved Sapphire.... i love you...love you so much." Mick replies and the world around us disappears, save for he and I and our little Martian Princess....

A/N: The Alien's birthday, with a bit of everything. Next chapter may see a bit of a time skip and perhaps another POV? A Foxxy one? We shall see.