Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Beth's Butterfly

When Steven and I finished dancing, I went over and picked up Beth. Steven, Beth and I all stepped onto the little makeshift stage, and shared the scarf cloaked microphone. I looked out over the crowd that gathered to see Steven and I get married; It was all of our closest friends, and family members, and some very special guests, including Paul McCartney, Keith Richards and Mick Jagger, as well as many other famous musicians and artists that Steven and I have worked with and become close with in the past years.

"Hi everyone!" I smiled and giggled into the microphone, getting everyones attention.

"Today is a very special day, not only because I was lucky enough to marry the love of my life," Steven began

"But also because our beautiful god daughter, Beth Perry, turned 2 years old today." I smiled and kissed her cheek.

Suddenly, Joe and Lauren emerged from the house, carrying a large cake which read 'Happy Birthday, Beth!' on it in red icing. 

We all sang happy birthday and I held her as she blew out her candles. 

"Tank you, Mama Mia!" She hugged my neck, and then reached for Steven. He grabbed her, and she hugged him tightly "Tank you Uncle Stevie." She kissed his cheek, and he blushed.

"No problem my little rockstar." He chuckled and lifted her up so she was sitting on his shoulder. After a few minutes, she asked to get down. When Steven lowered her to the ground, she grabbed my hand and she ran into the house, pulling me along with her. I took off my shoes really quickly and then followed her. 

She lead me up to her room, and grabbed her guitar, then waddled back out of the room, down the stairs, and out onto the makeshift stage again. When I got back outside she was sitting on the stage, clutching the guitar.

"Mama Mia, let's play!" She smiled. I sat down on the stage behind her, and she climbed into my lap.

Steven plugged her little guitar into the amplifier, and grinned at us. 

I put my hands over hers, guiding her as she played. 

"What do you want to play?" I asked her. 

"Your song." She smiled up at me and then looked down at her guitar, trying to focus.

I pressed her fingers down on the correct strings, and guided her hands to pluck the correct strings. 

The paparazzi that were there, instantly took pictures and video of the adorable event, and everyone crowded around the small stage, watching the two year old and her god mother playing The Grind.

Steven sang along, at a slower pace, to match the playing that Beth and I were doing.

Eventually, I let go of her hands, and she continued to play the song perfectly.

She smiled at her father, who was in tears in front of her, obviously proud of his daughter. 

When the song finished, everyone clapped and cheered. I picked her up, and spoke into the microphone.

"Well, Joe, you thought you had some competition with me, but now you've got twice the competition. I mean, it must be bad enough knowing that I'm better than you, but now your two year old daughter is giving you a run for your money." I chuckled, and everyone joined in laughing. 

"Is that a challenge?" Joe asked, grinning. "Don't make me embarrass you on your wedding day, kid." 

He grinned stepping up onto the stage. I set Beth down, and she ran off the stage and into her mothers arms.

"That depends, Are you going to accept it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "And embarrass me? Huh. Is this going to be a repeat of Last Thanksgiving? Cause I remember kicking your ass, back at the Idol mansion." I scoffed. 

"You're on, Mama Mia." He grinned mimicking the way Beth says my name. 

I walked back into the house, and moments later I emerged with my 59' Les Paul, only to see that Joe already had his black Les Paul on hand. 

I put the strap around me, and motioned for Joe to go first. 

"Ladies first." He bowed.

"Fine." I grinned, and began to shred out a wicked riff, I made up on the spot. 

I continued, blazing through the riff, running my fingers up and down the strings of the guitar, and I eventually landed on the first and second frets, and began to play Walk This Way.

Joe caught on, and rushed right into the solo, and tried to one up me.

About a half hour into our 'musical argument' as Joe likes to call it, we managed to get Keith Richards up on stage with my Lucille, and turned this guitar battle into a triage. We certainly put on a show for the crowd. 

By the time we finished, I managed to beat Joe and Keith at their own game, by blowing them out of the water with a gut wrenching blues solo I've been working on for a song in my next album. 

When they stopped playing, I continued to shred through my solo until I ran out of notes to play. I put my hands on my hips and chuckled a bit, then I took a bow, as the crowd cheered for me.

"Had enough, old man?" I giggled and playfully punched Joe's arm, then I bowed in front of Keith and pretended to worship him, sarcastically. I don't care how good of a guitar player I am, or that I just beat him and Joe Perry in a guitar battle; Keith Richards will always be a guitar god to me, and I'll always worship him. 

I hugged them both as we all got off stage.

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After dinner, and dessert, the toasts were made. Everyone eventually got their things and went home, a few hours later, after the party actually ended around 1:30 or 2 in the morning.

Steven picked me up and carried me to our bedroom, and tossed me onto the bed, and then climbed on top of me.

"Mmmm.. Now that I have you alone," Steven began to say. I flipped him over and straddled him.

"What ever shall I do with you?" I chuckled, finishing his sentence. He grinned and pulled my face down to his, kissing me full of fire and passion. 

His hands found their way to the back of my neck, and untied the strap that held my halter dress together. He flipped me over, and pulled it off of me, and stared at me, as I laid underneath him, naked. 

Then, I unbuttoned his shirt, and he shimmied out of it. I reached for his belt buckle, and he grinned, watching me. I undid his belt, and took off his pants.

"I love you, Mia." He breathed, and with a small thrust, I became, in it's entirety, Steven's wife.