Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Come Here, Baby.

I was sitting in a dark studio playing guitar, and telling the producer to roll back the track one last time. 

"Mommy?" I heard a small voice from the corner. "Mommy... I'm hungry, and tired. When will you be done?"

"Jesus! Will you stop it?! Mommy's trying to work right now, so I can feed you, you spoiled brat!" I hissed, as I saw tears welling up in the childs beautiful eyes. It had gorgeous eyes like Steven... And his plush lips too. It had most of his features, but looked a lot like me, considering the child was a girl. 

"Shit, honey... I'm sorry. Come here, Baby." I sighed, and stretched out my arms. "Mommy didn't mean it. She's just tired. She's been working too hard." 

"NO! I hate you! You're always working! I wanna be with Daddy! I love him more!" The child shouted and stormed out of the dark studio. 

I ran out after her, calling her

"Baby! Baby come here!" I called, but she wouldn't listen. She kept on walking.. straight out of my life.

I shot up out of bed, with a sheen of sweat covering me, and looked over at the clock; 3:45 a.m. 

Steven was sound asleep next to me, but woke up as I tried to escape the bed, and go to the bathroom.

He rolled over and turned on the lamp, catching me in the action. 

"Babe? Are you okay? Why are you all sweaty?" He asked, really confused, and then his expression showed concern, and understanding. "Did you have another bad dream?"

"Naw... It's just hot in here is all..." I muttered and walked into the bathroom. 

"But, Mia... The air conditioner is on and it's 64 degrees in here!" He called after me. 

I shook off his comment, and washed me face, then climbed back into bed.

"Please, tell me what's wrong." Steven said, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm worried about you." 

"It's nothing to be worried about." I muttered, and then rolled over to face him. "I love you. You never have to worry, as long as I'm with you." I cupped his face and kissed him. "Goodnight, my love."

I fell asleep, burrying my face in his chest, with his arms around me, protecting me. 

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"So, are you going to tell me what happened with you, last night?" Steven eyed me, from the other side of the kitchen table, while munching on a bowl of cereal. 

I took a sip of my tea, and then decided to just come out with it.

"Steven, I-" I stopped short. The words stuck to the back of my throat, refusing to come out. "Word vomit." I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath. "No.... Wait... Real vomit." I whispered again, as I sprinted to the bathroom across from the foyer entrance. I closed the door behind me, and threw up into the toilet. 

When I was finished, I washed out my mouth, and then went back to the table, acting as though nothing happened.

"Mia..." Steven began. "Mia, ple-"

"Steven, I'm pregnant." I cut him off, in a stern and serious voice. 

His face lit up. 

"Steven, I'm pregnant, and I don't know if I'll ever be a good mother. I had a dream last night... That... that I was in the studio, and this beautiful little child, was in there with me, saying 'Mommy, mommy, when are we going home? You work too hard mommy, you're never there mommy." I began to tear up, and felt a few run down my cheeks. Steven's expression went from complete excitment, to heart break. "Steven... I... I yelled at it. I called it a spoiled brat, and then it said it hated me... that it wanted to spend more time with daddy, and it never wanted to see me again." I put my face down on the table, and sobbed. He came over, picked me up and carried me to the couch, where he sat down, with me on his lap.

"Steven.. I can't do this. I can't have this baby. It'll hate me, and I don't want a kid that I can't take care of... it'll feel heart broken for the rest of it's life." I sobbed harder, burrying my face in his chest.

He just held my head there, and let me cry, until I was all out of tears. 

"Mia." He sighed. "Mia, please look at me." 

I looked up into his gorgeous brown eyes, and it reminded me of the dream I had, which made me cry more. 

"Mia, you will be the perfect mother. No. It won't be easy, raising a child, but I will be here for you every step of the way. If you decide you don't want the baby, I'll take you to the doctor and you can get an abortion. If you decide to have the baby, and at the end of the pregnancy, you don't want it, we'll give it up for adoption. This is your body. Your choice, and I'm here for you, regardless of the decision you make." He said, wiping tears from my cheeks. 

"Yes. I want to be a father, I want to have your kids. I want to pick Steven junior up from soccor practice, or Mia II up from ballet, or volleyball. But if you're not ready, I won't make you have this child. You need to understand that the love children and parents have for each other in unconditional. It will love you more than life itself. You need to realize that. It will love you, just as much as I do." He kissed my forehead, and pulled me back into his chest. 

We sat there like that, in silence, thinking... for what felt like hours. 

"I'll do it." I finally sighed. 

"What?" Steven gasped.

"I'll do it. I'll have the baby....." I smiled and looked up at him. "You're going to be a father, Mr. Tyler."