Baby Blue

The Dictation

For such a young girl, Pamela Miller was sure that she was the queen of the world, ruling with a Led Zeppelin vinyl record in one hand, and her journal in the other. Good music and a good dictation (in her eyes, the only good dictation is one written by herself) are what makes the world go round, right?
"Ive always told myself, never ever ever shall I let myself stay tied down. Learning from many years of heartbreaks after heartbreaks, I have to stay true to my heart. I cannot tie up my heart, tell it to sit and to stay. That would be like treating myself like a dog for goodness sake!" Pamela scribbles down in her journal, her feet tucked up under her rear as she sits curled up in an overstuffed chair in the corner of her bedroom. "That's not what the life of a rock n' roll chick is all about.!" Pamela's ears perk up as she hears the front door slam, only ceasing her writing for a second, before starting up again, ignoring the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. "I wanted to be a free bird. I wanted to dance with Chris Hillman, then go hangout in Jim Morrison's house and get high and listen to music..." Every hair stands up on the back of Pamela's neck as a mans arms slither down the back of the chair, his hands gently resting on her shoulders in a gentle, yet domineering way. "But those are lies of my former self.. Mistakes I can't make! In this moment, in this life and reality, I'd rather stay tied down in one place, then go back to ever writing that again!"
Without another word, Pamela shuts her journal, and tosses it across the room and onto the bed, her gaze now flicking up towards the man gripping onto her shoulders. Her tiny hands clasp around his large wrists, her fingers inches apart from touching. The young girl leans up a little, puckering her lips for a kiss, a pleading whimper leaving her as her grasp on his wrists tighten. After what seems like an eternity (though really its just a few seconds), she finally feels the mans lips crash down against hers in a tender, but passionate kiss, causing her to lift up off her seat a little to lean into the embrace. Her hands inch up his arms and to the back of his neck, pulling him farther over the back of the chair, to give herself a better angle at this spontaneous upside down kiss.
"What took you so long? You said you were just going down to the studio to drop something off..." Pamela whimpers again her companions lips.
"Shh.. Maybe I lied... But it's a good lie, I promise you.. You'll like it, or my name isn't Keith John Moon." Keith chuckles against her lips before her stands up fully and reaches out to take Pamela's hand, which her reluctantly agrees to accept.
"Y-you lied to me..?" With a stiff upper lip, but obviously teary eyes, Pamela stands up and loosely holds onto Keith's hand, letting him lead her downstairs and towards the sitting room.
"For a good cause, love! Don't fret, I'm not that awful of a fella!" He gives her a reassuring smile and places his other hand on her lower back, nudging her towards a small blanket covered lump in the centre of the room. Curiosity takes over Pamela and she lets go of Keith's hand, cautiously inching closer towards the mysterious object. Knowing Keith, its probably some sort of prank, like a confetti bomb or something. Despite her untrusting nature, she finally grabs onto the edge of the blanket and tugs it away, gasping in shock at the content of the basket beneath it. The whimpers of two small, fluffy puppies fills the room, the tiny creatures wiggling their tails and tumbling over each other. Pamela immediately bursts into tears at the sight of the puppies, reaching out and scooping both up into her arms.
"I decided that- that since y-you ... since I haven't been able to get..... To get you pregnant at all- and don't lie to me, I know you've been wanting to! I've seen the failed tests on the counter a-and I've answered calls from the doctor about you....And trust me.. I want you to have my child... B-but I thought that y-you might like some furry creatures t' snuggle instead.. Since I seem t' be broken..." Keith pipes up in a trembling voice, his demeanour changing from a boisterous one, to one similar to a frightened little boy. His hands clasp behind his back and his chin tilts down, though he keeps his gaze locked on Pamela the entire time. As far as either of them know, there's nothing wrong with them when it comes to having children, but Keith is absolutely sure that he's at fault for their misfortune. Pamela only begins to cry harder as she holds the wiggling puppies close to her chest, looking from them, to Keith, then back to the small animals in her arms.
"K-Keith I absolutely love them... I didn't mean for you to find out about the tests or the doctors or anything.. But I don't blame either of us for any of it..." Without another word, she puts the puppies down and rushes over to Keith, collapsing into his arms, a weepy mess. "Someday... I promise you that I'll have your child... I promise you we'll have a baby.." Pamela whispers into Keith's ear as she buries her face in the crook of his neck. "I promise..."