Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Deadlines

"Mia.." Phil sighed, "We're running out of time. We need this album finished, and we've got a deadline, you know..."

I finished mixing his drink and poured it into a glass, as he sat down on a bar stool in front of my kitchen counter.

"I know..." I muttered.

"Mia, baby. Don't take this the wrong way, but this isn't Idol anymore. This isn't the little recording studio in your Columbia apartment.. This is the big time. If you don't finish this album in time, I don't think the producers are going to let me push back the deadline again."

"You think I don't know that?" I hissed, I was starting to get very mad. "This isn't my first album, Phil. It's my third.. My third. I know how this works. I would love to squeeze out a few ideas and make two more songs, I would, but I'm under so much stress with the baby coming, and this album, and Steven's going on tour soon..." I trailed off. 

"Okay, then honey, maybe Steven's gonna have to go on tour on his own, until we can finish this... And maybe... Just maybe.. this was the wrong time to have a kid." He snapped back. 

"Excuse me?!" I screamed. "YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER, PHIL! How dare you tell me when is and isn't a good time to have a child. This is my baby we're talking about. And like I said, this isn't my first album, I know what I'm doing. Tell the producers It's a pregnancy thing, and they'll understand. Tell them I need a month. I'll have two songs for you, in a month, the latest." 

Just then Steven walked in, but I was fuming, still focusing on holding myself back from absolutely murdering Phil. 

"And so help me god, Phil, if you ever-"

"What's this all about?" Steven walked over and sat next to Phil, while watching me lean over the counter, getting in Phils face. I pulled myself back, and took a deep breath.

"N-nothing, Steven." Phil stuttered, obviously worried. 

"Phil and I were having a little chat." I hissed. Steven gave me a funny look. "And good news, he's getting me an extention on my album deadline, you know, I'm under so much stress with the baby and all. But he was just leaving."

"Oh that's great!" Steven smiled. "Bye, Phil!" He waved as I lead Phil out to the foyer, and through our front door. I stepped out on the porch with him, and closed the door behind me.

"I swear to god, Phillip. If you ever try to tell me when it is and isn't a good time to do anything with my body. I'll destroy your career. I'll sue you on harassment charges, and anything else I can think of." I spat out, ferociously. "Don't fuck with a pregnant woman, Phil. That's a big mistake." 

"Okay... I'm sorry. I stepped out of line." He apologized, obviously upset, and embarrassed. "I'll push for the extention, but you've got one month. If the songs aren't finished, you might be..." He turned and walked to his Porsche, and drove away. 

I walked back into the house, and went straight to the kitchen. I grabbed a knife and an apple, and began to slice it. 

"What was that all about?" Steven asked.

"Phil's being a fucking prick." I muttered, nonchallantly. I finished slicing up the apple, and grabbed a jar of peanut butter. I put the apple slices on a plate, and opened the lid of the jar, placing them on the counter in between Steven and I. "I swear, sometimes he thinks he's my dad or something. It's fucking unbelievable." I huffed.

"Baby, please calm down. I don't want you getting all worked up. It's not good for the baby."  Steven said, as he fed me an apple slice. "And what do you mean? He tries to act like your father? In what way?"

"Well..." I finished chewing, and finished my sentence. "We were discussing my career, and my upcoming album, and how I needed two more songs to finish it. I've got a deadline on this album, which is tomorrow, and I haven't called Phil back to tell him that I needed more time, so he came over today to see what was up. He told me that this was the wrong time to get pregnant, and have a kid, and basically have a life with my husband. He told me you were going to have to go on tour yourself, and I had to stay here and finish the album." I could feel myself getting worked up again, so I paused and took a breath, calming myself down. "So I told him, if he ever tries to tell me what to do with my body, my family, and my personal choices again, that I'd end him." 

"That's my girl." Steven grinned taking a bite out of an apple slice. "But that's seriously fucked up. I should say something. That's definitely not okay. He's got no relation to you, other than the fact that he's just your sleezeball manager. He has no authority over you or your familial decisions." He paused, thinking. "In fact... I will say something. Give me your phone." He said, reaching his hand out to me.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, warily handing him my cell phone. "Steven... I'm a big girl, I can take care of this myself..."

He didn't answer me. He just pounded on the screen on my IPhone, and then put the phone to his ear seconds later, never taking his eyes off of me. 

I could hear the phone ringing, and then moments later, Phils voice appeared. 

"Hey, Mia I..." 

"Listen, you piece of shit." Steven's sexy when he's mad. "You don't have any fucking right to tell my wife when it's the 'right time' to have a baby or not. Mia will make that decision herself. You ever fucking say something like that to her, or I, again... and I'll have your fucking nuts on a silver platter, got it?!" He spat into the phone. 

"I'm terribly sorry, St- Mr. Tyler. Please forgive me." Phil apologized and then hung up. 

Steven handed me my phone, and then finished the last apple slice. 

"Mmm..." I said, walking around behind the counter, going next to Steven. I pushed myself in between his legs and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Baby, you're sexy when you're angry."

"And you're sexy all the time." He smiled and kissed me. "You taste like apples." He chuckled. 

"So do you. And what are you talking about... I'm not even 4 full months pregnant, and I'm beginning to look like a deflated beach ball." I sighed and nuzzled my face into his chest. 

"Ohh, shut up. You're gorgeous." He kissed the top of my head. "Come on." He said, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around is waist. He carried me up the stairs and laid me down, gently on the bed. 

"Time for bed, my little gypsy queen." He said, kissing my nose. 

"But I don't wanna go to sleep yet." I pouted

"Who said anything about sleeping." He grinned, and leaned in to kiss me.