Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Birthday Plans

I groaned and rolled over, seeing the curtains drawn back, and sunlight flooding into the large, open bedroom. I glanced over at the clock on the bedside table, and read; 9:47 a.m October 1.

"Mmmmm... Steven?" I moaned, reaching out my arms, and squeezing my eyes shut tightly, as I stretched.

To my surprise, there was no answer. I opened my eyes, and looked next to me, to find, a Steven-less bed.

However, there was a note sitting on top of a large box. I picked it up, and felt the cool paper in my warm hands. I could smell a bit of Steven's cologne, on the paper. It was heavenly. Finally, I began to read the note. 

'Good morning, my beautiful birthday princess. Shower, and get dressed in this *see large box underneath this note*, then go where we gather for vittles, and drinks for another surprise. All my love, Steven <3.'   

I giggled, and then hopped out of bed, and into the shower, quickly scrubbing myself, and washing my hair. 

I shaved my legs, and arms as quickly as I could, and then got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself. I finished curling my hair, and applying a bit of make-up, and then strolled back into the bedroom. I looked at the box, trying to decipher what it was. I knew there were clothes... or at least lingerie... inside of it. 

I gathered up my courage, and lifted the lid off of the box. 

Inside of the box, underneath layers and layers of red, black, and gold tissue paper, was.. of course... A very sexy black lacy bra, and a pair of panties to match. I chuckled, because I knew Steven so well... Of course he would get me lingerie for my birthday.

"What a selfish gift to give." I chuckled "He think's he'll be seeing my in... or rather, out of these, tonight. Unfortunately for him, you've got top priority over his big ten inch, my little gypsy." I laughed, rubbing my belly. 

As I lifted the lingerie out of the box, I noticed something else. I ran my fingers across the cool silk of a gorgeous white maxi dress. As I lifted it out of the box, and slipped it on, I noticed the color scheme of the dress;

The top of the haltered maxi, started out as a white as bright as looking into the sun, which gradually faded into a light shimmering gold, and then down into a deep red, at the bottom hem of the dress. 

I looked back at the box one last time, and saw a gorgeous pair of greek inspired golden gladiator sandals, which laced up to my botton of my knee. 

I twirled around, looking at myself in the mirror. 

"God, my little gypsy. I love your father to no end. He's perfect.... He's got amazing style, as well. You'll be the best dressed child in the world.. He'll see to that." I smiled, and then turned on my heel, and strode out of the room.

This dress made me feel so elegant.. so gypsy-esque. I ended up walking back into my closet, and finding a smaller white scarf, and tied it around my forehead, fashioning a headband out of it

"Now, little gypsy, help me figure out where your daddy's taking me.... What the hell does 'gather for vittles and drinks' mean?" I looked down at my tummy, which suddenly growled and grumbled. "Oh... of course! The kitchen!" I laughed

I floated down the stairs, and into the grand kitchen/dinning room area of our home, and found a beautiful breakfast waiting for me on the table. 

I sat down in the large plush chair stationed at the round dinning room table.

In front of me, sat a plate filled with an omelette, and pancakes. Next to that was a smaller plate filled with strawberries, and a small glass bowl of whipped cream.