Chapter 10: Muffin Butter

                                    

                                          
"Really mama, u had no fun" Prince asks putting his hands on my waist.
                          
I shake my head "none at all" I say
                          
He makes one of his silly faces, his bottom lip pouting out, I can't help but smile even though I am still kindda mad.
                          
"It's just not me, I'm sorry" I tell him, my voice breaking towards the end because I am really upset.
                          
"I'm heading down 2 the studio, don't wait up" I hear him say as I close myself up in the bathroom.
                          
Once I can no longer hear the click of his heels, I lean against the bathroom door and start to sob, no longer trying to b quiet, I really let lose. What if I'm not what he is looking 4? I'm not a big sharer, certainly not gonna share him. What if he needs more than I can give him? Is this really the type of life he wants? Should i just go back home b4 I get in any deeper? If I love him, why couldn't I do that 4 him? Maybe I am 2 young? All these thoughts just keeping swirling in my head. It took all of my willpower and then some 2 not punch that girl right in her fucking face. Really though it is not her fault, she was just doin her job. 
                          
I am still laying away when he comes 2 bed around 6am.
                          
"I figured u'd b sleeping" he says
                          
"I couldn't sleep" I answer honestly.
                          
"Why not" he asks
                          
"I just couldn't" i say
                          
"Baby come here" he says pulling me into his arms.
                          
"I am so sorry that I put u in that position, I honestly don't know what I was thinking, what I was trying 2 accomplish, I don't even go 2 places like that usually" he says
                          
"Then why did u bring me there?" I ask
                          
"I don't know, I just don't want me 2 b the reason u miss out on life experiences, I can't b what's holding u back so I just thought maybe we could experience things 2gether" he admits.
                          
"Umm wow" I say with a sarcastic laugh
                          
"R U sure?" I implore
                          
"Yea mama, I love u now let's get some rest, we gots a long week this week ahead of us" he says and we drift off to sleep nestled in each other arms.
                          
The whole week pretty much flies by because it is the same everyday, just eat sleep practice rinse and repeat. I watch the rehearsals more often than not. It is never boring because it is not structured like a typical concert would b, at least I don't think it is. Its not these 3 hours of music in this order these same songs every time. I guess it is kind of a set list but a set list of like 300 songs. It's more fluid than I expected where he might say or signal 4 a song and thats the one that is played. It's cool because each time that I watch, he will call out "V" or "Violet" and he let's me pick a song for them to rehearse. He says he does this because I'm different. After being offended the first few times he said that 2 me, he explained that what he meant was that I tend to like the less well known or expected songs so it keeps the band on their toes. 
                          
One off morning, off meaning no rehearsal, I wake up all on y own, no alarms or people tossing and turning (ahem.) I think a shower would b nice to take b4 he wakes up, he is still laying next 2 me sleeping, As I am walking past the bed over 2 the bathroom, I am compelled 2 stop 4 a minute. Sometimes, well ok, often his beauty catches me off-guard. Like right now, I had 2 stop and just admire him 4 a minute, it is truly something 2 behold. His right arm is raised above his head, his left is resting across his midsection, his eyes are closed leaving his eyelashes 2 rest on his cheeks, his nose is the perfection of symmetry and his mouth...oh that mouth, the things he does with that...
                          
"See somethin u like?" he asks scaring the heck out of me because I thought he was still sleeping. 
                          
"Umm... sorry I was just..." I am a bit tongue tied
                          
"Uh huh" he says cockily
                          
"Come here mam" he says
                          
 "and why is that?" I ask teasingly regaining my composure
                          
"Uh someone needs some attention" he says rolling his hips 
                          
Climbing on the bed I very slowly lean down bringing my lips a fraction of an inch from his.
                          
"Well that sounds...like an after shower activity" I say running into the bathroom.
                          
"Oh that's cold baby just cold" he complains
                          
I giggle 2 myself as I basically run through my shower, that was meant 2 tease him but damn he is just so sexy in the morning. Well and afternoon, and evening, and night, and midnight and well guess he is just sexy all the time. My rushing has backfired on me as I cut myself shaving. I get out of the shower and am rifling through the cabinets when the door opens.
                          
"U ok?" he asks
                          
"Yea, I was just looking 4 a band-aid" I reply
                          
"Let me see" he says
                          
I hold out my leg and show him the cut that has blood dripping down my leg. He opens the cabinet and finds a band-aid right away.
                          
"There, all set" he says as he applies the band-aid.
                          
"Now let me make it all better" he says
                          
I watch him intently as he bends his head down and places a soft kiss on the band-aid. I think he is going 2 get up but instead he starts 2 kiss his way up my leg slowly. When he reaches the hem of the towel, he whips it of and onto the floor with a quickness making me giggle. He looks up from down there with those eyes, oh those damn eyes, they get me every time.