"Madison!" Micky called walking into the house and slamming the door behind him. He went upstairs and found her sitting on the window seat in their bedroom. Upon seeing her, all the anger he had felt melted away. "Doll?"
She quickly wiped her eyes. "Practice over so soon?" She stayed staring out the window.
"You know, I still remember the first time I ever saw. You were standing at our front door the day you moved in. You were so beautiful." He crossed the room and sat down in front of her. "And now, 32 years later, you're even more beautiful." He reached out to touch her, but pulled back. "You are the love of my life. I need to know what's wrong. I need to know why you've been so cold to me. Why you won't let me touch you. Why you won't touch me."
"Because I'm scared." She answered just above a whisper. "I'm so scared." The tears started again and this time she didn't try to stop them.
"Of what?" He felt his heart break at seeing her in so much pain and so frightened.
"Loosing you." She looked at him, tears streaming down her face. "I can't imagine my life without you. Everything I am is because of you. You complete me. We've lost so many people. I couldn't bear it if I lost you too." She took a shaky breath. "What if you go on tour and have another heart attack? There is so much stress, Mick."
"Doll, what you're asking me to do isn't living." He reached out and took her hand. "Don't you understand, I was given a second chance. When I was lying on that floor waiting for the ambulance all I could think of was you. Coming back to you is what kept me alive. And now I want to live. I want to play music and sing, I want to look to the side of the stage and see you standing there, and I want to be with my kids and someday my grandkids. I was us to live and love each other." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "I love you, doll."
"I love you too, Mick." She practically jumped into his arms, throwing hers around his neck. "Make love to me."
"Are you sure?" He asked, but she was already unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll take that as a yes." He laughed and then captured her mouth with his own pouring all his love into that kiss.
They made love for the rest of the night. Slow and tender, dizzy and passionate. Afterwards, as they lay tangled in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what happened in the future, their love was a constant.
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Micky passed away in his sleep at the ripe old age of 89 with Madison sleeping peacefully in his arms, the way she always had. Together they had watched their children grow and have children of their own. They had been blessed with a life full of laughter, music and love.
Madison followed him three weeks later. Some might have said she died of a broken heart, but those who knew them, knew she died because she just wanted to be with him…always and forever.
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George Michael Dolenz: March 8, 1945 - July 20, 2034
Madison Sarah Dolenz: January 23, 1946 - August 11, 2034
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