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I watched as Saffie slept, curled up on Keavy's shoulder as Keavy rubbed her back. We had been in the studio for over 3 hours and the only thing that kept me from getting frustrated with the problems that were plaguing this session was seeing Keavy and Saffie curled up on the couch and watching us record. They were my addiction, I couldn't be away from them, I loved them so much that it drove me insane to be away from them.
Saffie was 3 months old, call me biased, but she was the most beautiful baby in the world. She hardly cried and when she did all we had to do was pick her up and she snuggled into our chests and she was asleep.
Keavy's parents had left the previous week, the farm needed tending to and bless their hearts but I think they realised that Keavy and I were getting anxious to be alone with Saffie and start living like a family. My mom was always under foot but she also knew when to leave.
The fans were incredible. We were swamped with hand made gifts, letters of congratulations and a steady stream of best wishes emails and flower deliveries. The fans that accepted that my happiness came from my wife and my daughter are the ones who I hold dear in my heart. They are the ones who looked beyond the music and realised that my happiness should come first.
~~**~~
I stood in the doorway and watched as Keavy stood looking out at the water and singing softly to Saffie. Keavy couldn't carry a tune but somehow when she sang to our daughter her voice sounded like a gift from heaven. It seemed that everything that involved Saffie was sent from heaven.
Not a day goes by that i don't thank god and the angels for blessing my life with the 4 years of happiness and pure bliss that i experienced with my wife and children.
~~**~~
"Yank, would I be evil if I confessed that I don't want any more children." Keavy and I were curled up on the couch watching the World Music Awards taking place in Monaco. I had bowed out for obvious reasons and I was content to be eating popcorn in my boxer shorts with Keavy resting on my chest commenting on what a miracle it was that Mariah Carey's boobs hadn't yet fallen out of the scrap of material she paid $2000 for and had the nerve to call a dress. My Irish lass had quite a mouth and a sharp tongue and I loved it.
"WHY? Baby I thought we decided that we wanted at least one more"
"Saffie is perfect, I am afraid that if we had another baby it wouldn't be as perfect as Saffie and we would be upset and disappointed. It wouldn't be fair to the new baby"
I kissed the top of her head and smiled "Emerald, any child of ours is going to remarkable, no worries."
~~**~~
We waited with baited breath as they announced the nominees. "I swear that they are going to give it to NSYNC" I muttered.
Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey opened the envelope and announced Backstreet Boys. "Holy shit we won" I said softly.
"Congratulations Yank" Keavy tiped her head back and smirked "How about a congratulatory kiss?"
"You don't have to ask me twice" I brought my lips onto hers in a winning embrace.
~~**~~
"We want to thank our management, record label and most of all the fans. Without you we wouldn't sell our cds and have the people to perform to. Our families, we love you, thank you for standing by us and helping our dreams come true. AJ is back home in Orlando with his wife and new baby...Bone, Keavy and Saffie, we are bringing this home to you. Miss you guys. Thanks again" Howie lifted the award and saluted the crowd.
"Yank are you regretting not going?"
"What and miss sitting here half naked, eating burnt popcorn? Hell no!”
I
teased "besides all those awards are secondary, I already won the best
award" I kissed her "I won your heart"
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