Chapter 39

"Lets try that one again" Jon pronounced before Richie took his jet black Jersey Star Kramer, and sighed. "Cheer up, man, you looks so fucking sad" David told him as he patted Richie on his shoulder, smiling softly before returning to his keyboards. Once ready, Richie blasts out the opening chords to I'll Be There For You; no matter how much the song tore at his open, weeping heart that longed for the gentle touch of Evie, and the little giggle of his young daughter. Richie gently smiled as Jon sang with raw power and emotion, David looked over at him every now and then when they were recording that song; Richie tried to cheer up but he still felt guilty. Eventually, after what felt like hours, they had the final piece, and Richie placed down his black Kramer on the stand and proceeded to walk over to where Jon was.

“Hey man” Jon warmly greeted Richie, smiling as he played the song back, listening carefully to make sure that it was up to his high standards. Richie sat down, hearing the words slice through him like a knife; he knew right then that this song would forever have meaning, and not just to him, but to every fan – it has a different message.  His stomach grumbled loudly. “You guys hungry? Tico’s grabbing pizza!” David told them, walking past the studio door, as Jon replied with a stern yes. The tension in that room was high; Jon was so stressed out that he couldn’t think and Richie was lonely. Soon, lunch had arrived, Richie grabbed a plate, and a bottle of diet coke to wash it down and placed a slice or two of pizza on his plate. He then, after thanking, decided to go into a private back room where he could eat alone and be uninterrupted - left with his swirling thoughts.

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Evie turned on the television and, with her glass of white wine, relaxed on the sofa; Melody was sleeping peacefully upstairs, so she had no worries.  As usual, MTV was on, and Talk Dirty To Me by Poison was on. Glam metal as the normal. With a slight pleasurable pop in her back, Evie lay down on the sofa; the white wine sat on a side table. After an hour or two, of relaxing in her million-dollar mansion that she called home, she switched off the television and took the empty glass to the kitchen. Evie smiled softly, looking out to the luscious dangerous waves that crashed onto the shore.

Going upstairs, and into her beautiful daughter’s bedroom, Evie smiled down at Melody and gently picked her up. She slowly opened her eyes and giggled as Evie took her to have a relaxing bath. After she ran the taps, and tested the temperature to make sure that it was just right, she undressed Melody and gently placed her in. Melody giggled as her mum’s gentle touch as Evie placed some soft shampoo in her hands and gently massaged it into Melody’s soft hair. Evie gently washed off the shampoo and did the same with the conditioner, proceeding with the soap.

Taking her baby out of the bath and wrapping her in a fluffy towel, one thing nagged: will Melody be able to cope without her father? 

Chapter 38

Richie sat down in his plane seat, feeling like he swallowed scalpels and his head was buzzing with incantations. He hated to leave his four month old daughter and wife in California; to leave for Vancouver, British Columbia to head to the studio, for recording of the new album. Little Mountain Sound Studios was the name of the studio where he would, once again, meet Jon and the rest of the band, to go over, demo and possibly record some of the songs that he managed to write. Richie's stomach grumbled. Richie wearily stood up, walked over to the small bar at the front of his luxurious, plush private jet, and grabbed a sandwich to eat, and beer to drink. Sighing, he strolled back to his seat, grim and dazed, he picked up the latest edition of Rolling Stone, and began to read.

Bored, by Nikki Sixx's drug overdose whilst on tour, he looked out of the window, sipping his half-empty can of beer by his left hand. Nothing was more fascinating - yet boring - than watching fluffy, white, particles of water pass you by and look at the ground of Oregon. Richie looked at his watch 11:34am. Normally, he'd be waking up at this time, but today, he had to wake up early enough to drive to the airport and catch his plane.

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Evie gently kissed Melody on the forehead, and saw her small face light up again with happiness. Evie smiled softly, gently placing her young daughter back in her cot, to allow her to rest after her crying fit earlier. That was heart-wrenching to hear, the loss was too much to bear for a small child, especially when it's their favourite parent. It's a hard life to live without a parent when you need them most. Melody's piercing blue, icy eyes stared right into Evie's as she gently placed on her Winnie The Pooh blanket. Evie gave her a final kiss on the forehead before the shattered baby, fell into a deep, heavenly, sleep - like angels sleeping on their heavenly clouds. Exhausted, yet happy that Melody had finally  fallen asleep, Evie strolled out of the room, with a quick look over her shoulder.


After walking down the long, hallway, covered in photos of Richie's personal life, from their wedding photos to one of Richie holding Melody. Evie smiled gently, strolling into the kitchen and grabbed some orange juice out of the fridge. Evie poured some into a glass, and sighed. Melody missed her father, but he'd be back in a few weeks, Evie would just have to grin and bear it. She drank her drink, placed it down, and ran her hand through her wavy, brown hair.

Note

Note

I'm going to Florida for two weeks and I most likely, won't have access to my account or internet. Therefore, I won't have time to update for a while, and that goes for the weeks after I come back because I'm going to Senior Camp on the horses for 5 days.

Love,

Chrissie.

Chapter 37

*A few months after the birth*


                                                    *Melody POV*


Daddy snored. I felt my eyes burning as I started to cry, it stung badly. I couldn't sleep either, I kept on tossing and turning. I can remember seeing dad's face, it looked worried as he shouted for mummy, he walked over to me , he was very tall, but he spoke in a gentle tone - he meant no harm. Then, he picked me up, one hand cradling my head, and the other, on my back. I stopped crying at this point. Dad smiled. He held me close to his chest, and sang a sweet song, his strong arms making me feel safe as he continued to sing. Mummy came over to daddy and kissed him, I could see the affection in her eyes. I tried to kick mum away from daddy, but my little legs wouldn't reach. Daddy chuckled and looked down at me. "Daddy's girl" he whispered, smiling. Truth be told, dad was my favourite parent and mummy knew that. Dad's chest was warm and soft, I buried my head into his chest and I could feel, and hear, his soothing heartbeat, so much so, that it finally sent me drifting.


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I can remember opening my eyes, daddy was staring at me again, and placed down in my playpen, and started to build a house from some bricks. He wasn't tired and I knew that, he then started to sing and it relaxed me, as he wandered over to the kitchen. I could see him getting a drink out of the fridge, it wasn't a normal drink. Daddy poured a little into a small glass. He took that glass in his hand, walked over to the sofa, and placed it down on a side table. Daddy came over to me and picked me up, he held me close to him again. I liked that. Daddy sat down, I buried my head in his chest, and, he sang the same sweet song to make me fall asleep, but, I wasn't tired - I wanted this moment to last forever. Daddy saw in my eye that I didn't want to sleep, so, he stopped singing and placed on the lamp. A dim light came on. "You don't wanna sleep?" he asked me, in response, I buried my head in his chest once again and looked at him. He nodded. He took a sip of his drink, which was a gold colour, my icy-blue eyes string up at him. He turned on this box that plays cartoons. I like them.




Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck came on. Daddy's soft thumb caressed my creamy and fine jawline as he sat me upon his lap my body leaned against his hard and warm body, his strong arm across my stomach. We stayed like that for a few hours - I never felt tired because I'd slept for most of the afternoon and some of the night. Dad finished his drink and switched off Road Runner. "I'm gonna sleep down here tonight, sweetie" he told me, before he laid down and pulled me onto his chest. His steady heartbeat soothing me to sleep and we both drifted off.


*Third person POV*


Evie smiled. Richie and Melody were still asleep, and she opened the curtains, which made Richie hiss at the sunlight that poured, and flooded the room. She frowned. There was a empty whisky glass on the table, and she immediately knew that Richie had whisky. Richie opened his eyes and sighed as Evie met his eyes, she took Melody off his chest as he sat up; his head thumping and throbbing against his skull. Evie took Melody upstairs, and laid her down in her cot, then strolled back downstairs.


*Melody POV* 


I didn't want to fall asleep, and, I was taken away from daddy - which I didn't like one bit. I started to have a nightmare, mummy went downstairs and I started to cry because no one was there to protect me. I hated being alone. My eyes stung, and were all red and swollen, as the tears streamed along my small face. I heard footsteps  coming along the hall. It was daddy.  Daddy came over to me again, a worried expression on his face. His large hand patted me on the back as I coughed, my lungs felt heavy and horrible. Mum was by my cot, they both looked at each other. "A nightmare" mum told dad, he nodded. A 'nightmare' was scary and it frightened me half to death. Daddy then replied to mum, saying that he had to meet Jon at the 'studio'. I have no clue what that means, but if daddy leaves me, then I'm not going to be a happy bunny.

Dad picked me up again, and held me tight and close to him, and gently kissed my forehead and patted my back. Mum smiled softly, and gave dad his boots and jacket. Oh no, daddy's gonna leave. I can't let him do that. He kissed the top of my head once again, and smiled softly at me as he placed on his Stenson and his boots. Mum took me from daddy's arms and he kissed her passionately on the lips. I hated to see him leave, I buried my head in mum's chest.


I could hear daddy leave. 


Mum took me downstairs, I was hungry. Mum and I got onto the sofa as mum let me drink; dinner was nice and tasty. After lunch, I became sleepy and mum took me upstairs and placed me back in my cot. I couldn't get to sleep. Dad wasn't here and I hated it, though, as the hours passed, I was bored and slowly became even more exhausted. I couldn't dream of knights in shining armour saving damsels in distress; daddy was my knight. Finally, a short while later, as it was getting dark, I heard the rumble of a car engine coming from outside. I didn't like the rumble, so I started to cry and laid my body down on the bed, tears of sadness falling down my cheeks; silently. The door closed downstairs. Nevermind, I carried on crying. I shut my eyes, the same nightmare wrapped me tightly in it's cloak of darkness and despair. I started to sweat as I cried louder than I had anytime prior. I need daddy I thought to myself. He'll come. Then, a loud thunder of footsteps rush down the hall as I twist and turn.




My head starts to hurt. It throbs, I feel a pair of warm and strong hands picking me up - it's dad. I can see him, but he's all blurry, my whole body is soaked in sweat and it feels real wet. My body's exhausted, dad rushes downstairs with me in his arms. "Another nightmare, and a cold sweat" daddy told mummy, who was at a loss for words. "Give her a bath, now" mum told dad, daddy nodded and took me upstairs, into the bathroom. Dad ran the taps, and then undressed me. Daddy sighed, I could tell that he was worried and so could mummy, who was also worried. I was placed into the warm bath, dad covered my body in water, I liked dad giving me warm baths; his gentle hands washed my hair with shampoo and gently massaged and rubbed it in. It was very relaxing, I relaxed and so did daddy as he smiled at me. He washed out the shampoo. Then repeated it with the conditioner. I almost fell asleep, I was really warm and relaxed, but, exhausted.


Dad knew that I was as he rubbed in the soap on my body. He washed it off and grabbed a towel from the rail. Dad grabbed the towel and wrapped me in the fluffy towel. I giggled as the soft towel tickled my soft skin, dad laughed and held me close, he strolled over to the door and we headed down the hall, to my bedroom. Dad laid me down on the changing table and I squirmed and squiggled. Daddy managed to put me in a new nappy, then put me in a light pink babygrow with Winnie The Pooh on the front. I was happy. Daddy then picked me up and gave me a kiss on the cheek, his mouth was warm and wet. He smiled. I giggled and smirked. Dad picked me up once again and carried me downstairs, his strong, tanned arms wrapped around me.




Mum was busy making dinner for her and dad, that reminds me; that bath made me hungry. "Dinner's ready Richie" mum tells dad. Daddy puts me down on his lap when he sits down and I lean my head on his warm body, mum gave him his dinner. I started to feel woozy. I leant against daddy more, he stopped eating and placed his dinner on the table. The room started to swim in and out of focus, and my head started to thump against my skull. Dad looked at me; he placed his large hand on my forehead and shook his head. "Evie, Melody has a temperature" he told mum, sighing. Mum got some liquid stuff, it over to daddy. Dad gave it to me on a spoon, it was really yucky. I cringed and daddy handed back the liquid stuff (medicine), and I laid my head against his warm, strong chest, and I could feel and hear his soothing heartbeat in my ear, I finally felt relaxed as the liquid, whatever it was, was having an effect on me and the thumping started to slow down and stop. Daddy carried on eating, checking on me all the while.



I started to drift, until I start to cough as my lungs felt heavy, dad had finished dinner by now, and he gently patted my back, which helped. Though, my small body needed sleep and I wasn't going to let exhaustion set in. After I gave my parents a heart attack with my horrendous coughing fit, daddy sang me the sweet song that sent me to sleep, with a soft hand wrapped around me, I felt warm and protected; I finally had some sleep in what seemed to be a very long day.
I can remember being carried up to my room, not long after I had fallen asleep. Daddy was tired too. A pair of strong hands placed me down and then I felt my blanket over the top of me. I opened an eye, daddy sang a lucious, sweet symphony to me, quiet enough so that only I could hear. I closed my eyes and wished the world goodnight as I finally dreamt of knights in shining armour saving the day.



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When I awoke, dad was there, and he had another man with him, one with crystal blue eyes that pierced and light brown hair. I didn't know him, but daddy did. The stranger smiled and I felt uncomfortable, being stared at like a piece of art. "Jon, meet Melody Abigail Sambora" daddy told the man, dad picked me up, I felt at ease with dad normally, but because of this man's staring, I felt uncomfortable and I hated it. I tried my hardest to not look how I felt; daddy frowned. The man, or 'Jon', tried to take me from daddy and dad let him, as much as I tried with all of my might, it was no use. Jon smiled. I started to cry - daddy was there, and he rescued me from the terror of Jon. He quietly patted my back and let me bury my face in his chest. Away from Jon. Away from the world. Daddy soothed me and handed me back to Jon, who I was beginning to trust; I need to learn to trust.
Jon held me in his arms, in fact, I almost fell asleep. Only, I didn't, bit I tried to fight fatigue. Daddy's friends arms were too comforting, and the  whole world closed in.




When I did wake up, daddy was looking at me, and softly smiled. I didn't know where I was. Daddy, Jon, and some more of dad's 'friends' were there as well. "I can't believe that you passed out on us, you were out for some time" dad told me, I was dazed and confused, and we were outside? Mummy was there too, I could see the house behind us, and dad smiled. Dad was always there. He stood up, smiling, and handed me to another of his friends, this one had curly hair and a tattoo on his chest, daddy had tattoos. This man was gentle, his right hand cradling my head and the other, on my back. I was safe. His arms were protective, and far too warm and comforting, until sleep overcame me in it's cloak.
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I opened my eyes and I was alone. Where's dad? I can't see him, I start to panic and cry. Loudly. I don't think that they can hear me from out there. Daddy's not here to hold me, to comfort me, and to protect me. I could feel that my small cheeks were wet, my eyes burning and swollen. Exhaustion comes over me again as the world gets darker.


I must have cried myself to sleep, because when I woke up, my voice was hoarse from screaming and I could feel a warm hand across my cheek. It was Jon, I was dissapointed at that. Then again, I hope that he takes me to daddy. I lean my head against his shoulder, and look at where he's taking me, I'm not sure where. At the end of the hall, dad's stood there and my face lights up with joy as daddy takes me from Jon's grasp. "You really don't like being away from me, do you?" dad asked, he stared at my face and shook his head and then smiled. He held me tight; close to his warm chest, I buried my head, but, for it's this moment that I'll cherish forever.


(The sweet song)
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan, and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I'm coming, too
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

I'm sometimes up and sometimes down
Coming for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
The brightest day that I can say
Coming for to carry me home
When Jesus washed my sins away
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

If I get there before you do
Coming for to carry me home
I'll cut a hole and pull you through
Coming for to carry me home

Chapter 36

*a few months later*
Richie wrapped his arms around Evie, she smiled and felt his soft, muscular  and warm body beside hers. It made her feel safe and comforted, just being in the arms of her husband. "Richie?" she asked, opening her crystal-blue eyes, and turned over to meet deep, chocolate ones staring back at her. "Yes Evie?" he replied, his soft, calloused thumb stroking her forehead gently. "What are we going to name her?" Evie retorted, biting her lip. "Melody. That's a good name" Richie replied, gently peeling back the covers, and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
Evie nodded and softly smiled to herself. She sat up, her head thumping and buzzing with thoughts, she did like the name Melody, Melody Sambora. Evie stood up, and wandered to the window, her gaze fixed on the sea of translucent blues and greens, the beach's soft sand and the hazy, scarlet sun, that was flooding the sky with morning light; she softly smiled as she felt the soft, warm and comforting arms around her waist.

Richie placed his hand on the baby and felt it softly kick against him; she was strong - like her father. Rich kissed Evie's forehead and smiled softly down at her.

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Evie could smell the delicious smells of breakfast and it made her hungry even more, so was Richie, who was busy preparing breakfast - eggs, bacon and sausages, and this would fill the gap in his stomach after the night before. He stacked his plate high, smiling gently as he prepared Evie's and the delicious smell made his stomach rumble that much more. He poured orange juice, to quench his ever-growing thirst and placed the plates and glasses on the table. Evie licked her lips. "Breakfast is served" Richie told his wife as Evie took a bite, and, out of that one bite, took pleasure.

After they finished, and Evie's and Richie's hunger was satisfied, Richie placed the dishes in the sink. "We'll get dressed and then we can go baby shopping!" he told her with brute enthusiasm in his tone, Richie may not have had the son that he originally wanted, but a daughter would suit him just fine, and would teach him how to dress 'properly', considering that he's colour blind, and that would suit him just fine. Richie was too distracted to realise the by now, Evie was halfway up the stairs and cleared her throat. "Come on Rich, my dear" Evie stammered, Richie rushing upstairs, only to take Evie by the waist and have her in his embrace; and carried her off to their bedroom, her head buried in his soft, inviting and warm chest. She was too safe to care.

He gently placed his wife down, and smiled, stretching and perhaps the odd groan escaping as Evie chucked his clothes at him. He opened his eyes and looked at her, a solid smirk on his face.
He grabbed some clean pants from his Chester drawers that were hidden in the corner of the room and proceeded to get dressed - it was at this point, that Evie checked him out and felt the overwhelming desire to need, and want him - only, that could happen once the baby's been born and even then, it would be difficult to have alone time together; as man and wife. Evie's head was full of powerful incarnations about the baby, she was only alerted back to reality by Richie's tender touch, and soothing voice in her ear. "You alright Evie?" he asked, his chocolate pools of desire lighting up with concern.  "Yeah, I was just thinking that's all" she replied, placing on a t-shirt. Richie nodded and sat down on the bed, placing on his boots as Evie was placing on hers, he stood up and grabbed his Signature Stenson and plopped it on his head. He held the door open for Evie, she strolled through and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as a loving gesture.


He smiled, his cheeks going as rosy-red as the sun at dusk and, Evie couldn't help but giggle  as he blushed. Richie smiled once again, and closed the door behind him, and eventually made his way out to the car. He grabbed Evie's hand and started the engine, it sprung into life, roaring.

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Richie took Evie's hand in his and strolled through the mall, he finally found the baby shop and fumbled in, Evie had a soft smile on her face. None of the staff really took any notice of the multi-million dollar rockstar; they were just customers and Richie wanted it that way. Evie oohed and ahhed over the cribs, and Richie pondered what his little girl would look like, have brown eyes like him or a crystal, icy blue like her mothers? With only a few weeks to go, Richie was excited for his first child, but he'd want Melody to have siblings and wanted a second child. A son. After a while, him and his wife had chosen a light pink crib - today was going to be very long and expensive, but, he'd do anything for his wife and new child.

Chapter 35

Evie's stomach was full of butterflies and Richie's was making little flips inside of him, a feeling of passion and warmth in his veins. Richie softly smiled. Evie smiled gently, walking up the aisle as the music began to play, only, she never thought that this day would happen, only it was and she felt more beautiful than she had ever felt before. Finally, she made it to the altar, Richie was to the right, and the bridesmaids were to her left. "We are gathered here for the the marriage of Evie and Richard Sambora" the vicar spoke, smiling gently at them as Richie's grip on her hand increased, his thumb gently rubbing on her hand as Richie announced his vows, repeating them after the vicar.

"I, Richard, 

Take you, Evie, 

To be my wedded wife, 

To have and to hold, 

From this day forward, 

for better, for worse, 

for richer, for poorer, 

in sickness and in health, 

to love and to cherish, 

till death do us part,

and hereto I pledge my faithfulness"

Richie told Evie, placing the ring on her wedding finger, gently smiling, and a look of honesty in his eyes. Evie then repeated the vows to Richie, slipping the ring onto his finger. "I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride" the vicar announced as Richie took Evie close to him and kissed her passionately on the lips, Evie melting into the kiss. Short but sweet. They let go of the kiss, Evie looked up into Richies' honest, chocolate brown eyes and held his hand, increasing her grip; to never let go again. The guest cheered and clapped, Jon following behind the husband and wife as they left the church, to head off to the reception for dinner and an evenings' worth of partying and dancing. The sun shone down that day, it's rays seeming to reflect the happiness and joy of the occasion. This really was Evies' best day of her life. 

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Later that day, once the dance was done, the reception and speeches were over. Richie burst through the door, carrying his wife in his arms, her head buried in his chest as he smiled down at her. "Richie?" she asked, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Yes darlin'?" he replied, laying her down on the sofa, collapsing onto it himself. "Could we just cuddle tonight? It's been a brilliant day but I'm shattered" she retorted, stretching her tired muscles. Richie nodded, lifting his arm up and held her close to him, protecting and loving his wife was all that really mattered. 

I'm sorry....

I'm sorry that I haven't updated in two weeks, I simply haven't had time, nor the right mindset- to write, or read for that matter. I've been stressing so much that I've had my first, awful cold sweat in a fortnight, since......dad's birthday. I almost broke my foot (caused by my 350kg horse) and, I'm just so down at the minute.

Let the stress be over.....

(Hooray for Florida in July!)