Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

On An Anniversary, A Ten Inch Record Is Bound To Be Played.

my eyes fluttered open, my irises filtering in the dancing particles of light that were dispersed throughout the cavernous master bedroom. 

I rolled over, expecting to see a smiling, or sleeping, Steven Tyler.

Instead, his half of the bed was empty, yet still ruffled from last night. 

"Mmm… Steven?" A moan echoed out of me as I stretched, sitting up out of bed. 

There was no answer…

I looked to my right where Alaska's crib sat. She wasn't in there either. 

"Alaska?" I called out, hoping someone would answer me. 

Again, there was no one. 

I rolled out of bed and slipped Steven's white silk robe on over the tank top and panties I was wearing. I quickly flipped my wavy hair up into a pony tail before I padded out to the dinning room area of the suite we were staying in. 

The french glass doors leading to the balcony were open, and a beautiful summer breeze floated in from the streets of Chi-town. 

That's right, folks. Gypsy Blue is in mutherfuckin' Chicago. 

As the wind swirled around me, I looked towards the dinning room table. 

Just like my birthday, there was an entire spread of food sitting out, just waiting to be devoured. 

I sat down at the head of the table, where a plate was already made up for me. 

I smiled down at the delicious plate of eggs, bacon, fruits, and pancakes. 

A glass of deliciously crisp champagne sat next to sparkling silverware, and a napkin folded into a little swan. 

I smiled as the date wrapped itself around my brain a million and one times. 

May 16th. May 16th. May 16th. May 16th.

It's Steven's and my first anniversary…

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped themselves around me, and a pair of plush lips that I only knew as Steven's were firmly planted on my cheek. 

"Goodmorning, Baby." He smiled as his lips slowly moved across my cheek until they reached my own, enveloping me in his warm luscious lips. 

"Hi, love." I smiled in between kisses. 

"Happy anniversary." He smiled, picking me up.

He sat down in the seat I was just in, and placed me in his lap. 

"Happy anniversary, baby." I grinned, kissing his plush lips. 

He coerced my lips open with his own, allowing his tongue to explore the areas of my mouth. 

"Mmm, Baby." I chuckled kissing him passionately. "We haven't even had breakfast yet."

"Can you be my breakfast?" He asked, raising his right eyebrow playfully. 

I grinned as he kissed me with so much passion and mischief, that it startled me. 

His tongue tangled with mine as his fingers entwined themselves in my hair. 

A little moan escaped my lips as he gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him. 

We stood up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he carried me back to the bedroom. 

As he laid me down on the bed, I caught a glimpse of the empty crib, reminding me that Alaska was no where to be found. 

"Steven?" I moaned as his lips made their way down to my throat, nibbling delicately as he went lower.