Stevie's POV: May 26 2010
Lindsey gave me his birthday present to me very passionately, just after everyone left the house last night. They'll all be coming back tonight to hold a celebration for my sixty second 'un-birthday'. But right now I'm fine just lying in his arms, all dressed for today, feeling his ribcage against my back and my head encased in the crook of his shoulder. The time is nearly seven am, we did get up an hour ago and get ourselves dressed and ready for the day, but my husbands affection for me ' little' ol me, got the best of him. So I gave into him, I have the right to, I mean he is my husband.
'' My love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch'' singing unchained melody softly to me by the righteous brothers. I look up into his eyes, and he places a kiss on my forehead, I then softly join in singing with him. Twenty seven years of marriage, and six kids, and the story is still continuing.
Just when we're about to kiss, we hear a scratching knock on our bedroom door. Lindsey raises his eyebrow at me '' Darling you may want to fix your hair, don't want the kids getting any ideas.'' I shoot up from the bed and run into the bathroom to fix my 'bed' hair. I hear the door open, and I tie my hair into a ponytail as I come out, instead it's not the kids just Sula-baby. She usually sleeps on the little arm chair near my side of the bed, probably decided to slee with the kids last night. I thought I heard them camping out in Aarons room, I look to Lindsey '' I'm gonna go check on the kids okay?''
He clicks his tongue '' Angel come on their with Aaron, he's a father. Let him take care of them.'' I put my hand up to stop his further complaining. Really it's his libido that's doing all the talking. '' Honey, it's a mother-thing, just let me okay.'' I walk out of our room, I see Aarons door slightly open. He has the biggest room in the house aside from mine and Linds. There's three other rooms, Ella's, one room left for the twins when they stay over, and one for the other set of twins when they camp out here.
I open his door quietly, and my instinct is correct, they all camped out in Aarons room, but none of them are in their. I can tell they all slept in his room, because his bed is a MESS! there's cushions and a few mattresses laid out on his floor, and there's a few bags of Wendy's takeaway on the floor. Out of habit, I go in and pick up the rubbish throw it in his bedroom bin, I then clean up his bed and fix up the pillows and mattresses. '' If they're not here, where are they all?'' I ask myself. I go back into the room, '' Lindsey do you know where the kids are?'' I ask him, he shrugs '' I don't know have you checked downstairs.'' I shrug and I try downstairs...Nobody there. It's as if they've disappeared or gone out...
I go back into our room, and lie back down on the bed with Lindsey. Suddenly it all clicks, out of my twenty seven years of marriage how could I have forgotten the tricks my husband plays. He sits up against the board of the bed, while I sit on his lap, his arms wrapped around my waist. '' You sent them away, didn't you. You evil king'' I say sternly to him. He chuckles and kisses the nape of my neck '' Hey at least I didn't pay them this time, like last year.'' Yes he paid them fifty dollars each to leave the house to him and I alone for the whole day and night of my birthday. They're very understanding when it comes to a financial agreement...
'' Where are they then?'' I ask him, '' shh'' he hushes me. And soon enough, I forget about them but I know that they're safe wherever they are...
Ella's POV:
As I said before, I could spend forever browsing through a book store. Especially an archival book store, full of books that have history written in the upper corners of the opening page. Containing a fragment of a real love story in them, for example. I picked up an aged copy of Pride and Prejudice, it looked at least a decade old, when I opened it up I saw a note that read
YOU ARE READING
Crystal Visions.
FanfictionDisclaimer!!! Fan fiction, this is all the work and doing of my creative outlet and process of thought and writing. It's 2010, Stevie Nicks house is about to welcome in producers, and camera crews to document the recording of in your dreams. Howeve...