Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Sing For The Laughter, Sing For The Tear.

"Everytime that I look in the mirror

All these lines on my face gettin' clearer."

I hummed as I checked out my tired, ghostly face, in the mirror of the grandiose bathroom, attached to the master bedroom of our L.A home.

"Can you stop singing my songs? It makes me feel bad that you sound better than I do.." Steven joked as he walked into the bathroom, behind me. 

"Oh, shut up, I definitely don't sound better than you..." I smiled, as I returned my gaze to the mirror. "Oh well, at least I've got a diploma, cause once my beauty and my voice go, I haven't got much left." I sighed

"You'll always be beeeaa-utiful." He sang. I giggled and rolled my eyes, and then returned my concentration to the mirror, where I finished applying my make-up. 

As I finished the last coat of my mascara, I stepped back and took in my full view, and honestly… I wasn't pleased the slightest bit..

Of course you're going to gain a lot of weight during a pregnancy, and it's difficult as hell to lose that weight afterwards. Yeah, I'm trying my hardest, but looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but to flash back to my highschool days, when I was depressed and hated my body image; I starved myself, and mutilated myself so much, that I didn't even know who I was anymore. 

My heart sank into my stomach as I looked at the flabby woman standing infront of me. 

I let out a long exasperated groan as I turned every which way, trying to find some angle where my belly wasn't too noticable. 

"What's wrong, baby?" Steven asked, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, and softly kissing the nape of my neck. 

"I'm fat." I sighed, clutching my new found love handles… or so I thought they were.

"You're the farthest thing from, Mia." He spun me around and kissed my lips tenderly. "And you know it's true."

"I know, I know... I'm just... oh, I don't know." I gave up trying to explain my highschool fears.

I stepped out of the bathroom, walking towards Alaska's room.

"Maybe I'll go to the gym or something later... I really need to work out again." I hummed lightly, hoping Steven could still hear me.

I picked my beautiful daughter up and craddled her in my arms tenderly, then walked back towards my bedroom.

"My two gorgeous girls." Steven chuckled, leaning up against the door frame of the bathroom, peering down at the sleeping child in my arms. 

Honestly, nothing could make me happier than this moment. 

Steven, and my daughter… We're finally a family. 

The doorbell suddenly broke me out of my reverie.

"Oh! They're here, Steven!" I grinned, knowing that everyone I invited for Steven's birthday party, finally arrived. 

I ran down the steps, my white maxi skirt flowing out from under my gypsy boots. 

I unlocked the door and flung it open to find Joe and Lauren Perry with little Beth, Tom and his wife Terry, Joey and Linda, as well as Brad and Kimberly. 

The band wives have become like sisters to me, just like the boys have been brothers to Steven.

"Come in guys!" I giggled excitedly. "His majesty is taking his sweet time getting ready, so he'll be down any minute." 

"Oh my goodness, honey! You look fabulous!" Linda squealed, pulling me into a big hug. 

"You've got such a beautiful glow!" Terry smiled warmly, and hugged me as Linda let go.