Miss Ashley (carbonpaper) wrote in monkeesfic,
Miss Ashley

Don't Judge Me So Harsh Little Girl (3/?)

Title: Don't Judge Me So Harsh Little Girl
Author: Ash
Rating: PG-13 and R
Summary: It's 1975 and Micky Dolenz is divorced and living the party life. Rita is a young woman on the L.A. scene. When the two meet, their lives are forever changed...
Warnings: Implied Sexual Content (Het)
Genre: Real-Life
Pairing: Micky/OFC
Notes: The title of the story is from a song by Tori Amos called "Playboy Mommy," in case any were wondering. There may be some historical inaccuracies in this work of fiction in either general, or in Micky Dolenz history. I apologize for them.

Part 3

“Thanks so much for doing this for us Harry,” Jackie remarked turning in her seat to look at the driver of the car, “It really means a lot to Rita, to both of us.”

“No problem,” Harry replied placing a hand on her knee while navigating the desert L.A. roads. Jackie blinked and then looked back at me with a slight smirk.

I tried to manager one also, but was having a hard time not trying to claw my way out of the car. And this was my idea? After Jackie asked how she could help me inform Micky of his impending fatherhood, I suggested we enlist the help of his good friend and former lover of Jackie, Harry Nilsson. She was at first hesitant, and understandably so, but decided within a day that it would be easiest to get straight to Micky and called him up. Harry didn’t know many details; just that I wanted to see Micky and that Jackie was now his girlfriend; she had been endeared to him by this sudden change of heart in his caring for me. All that Micky was aware of was that Harry was coming to visit him. So on this bright Tuesday afternoon, the three of us were heading for Micky’s house outside Hollywood and I was sweating bullets.

Within another 15 minutes we had arrived and were parked outside the two-story bungalow surrounded by shrubbery. I gulped down my last ounce of courage as Harry shut the car off and turned to look at me.

“You want to follow me in?” he asked. I looked at Jackie.

“We’ll all go,” she suggested opening her car door. I grabbed my purse and quietly exited through my door. I looked up at the house as I shut it, it didn’t look like anyone was home. This wasn’t a good sign.

Harry gestured us to follow him as he walked towards the house, “Micky spends a lot of time these days in his recording studio down here,” he explained pointing to a door at the side of the house, “I’ll bet that’s where he is. Just follow my lead.” We stayed close behind as Harry approached the side door and knocking loudly; you could hear music pounding from inside. He knocked a second time but still no answer. Looking back at us sheepishly, Harry grabbed the doorknob, “I’ll be right back.” He went in as music poured out, and then became muffled again when shut behind him.

I bit my lip and looked at Jackie, “Maybe this was a bad idea…”

She grabbed my arm and ran a hand through her blonde hair, “Look, you want him to know don’t you?” I nodded, “Well then…”

But she wasn’t able to finish her thought for the door opened and Harry stepped out with Micky in toe, the two laughing together.

Micky saw me almost instantly and he looked shocked. I could have sworn the growing child inside me knew its father’s voice and jumped, or it could have been the butterflies indicating how nervous I was. He just looked at me a few seconds, I half expected him to have forgotten my name. But to my surprise, he grabbed me in for a hug, “Rita! What a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here?” He looked into my eyes and I couldn’t muster a reply. Micky looked over at Harry who had his arm around Jackie for an answer.

“I think we’ll go inside and jam with the boys,” was all Harry said waltzing past us with Jackie. She squeezed my hand slightly before entering the recording studio and closing the door behind her.

Micky turned back to me with a giddy smile, “Well, like to come in the house? Have some tea?”
I nodded, “Yes that’d be wonderful.” I was battling slight morning sickness, maybe something to drink would help to ease it.

I followed Micky to the front door of his house and we went inside. It was grand yet simple, though because of the clutter and mess it was hard to tell where one room ended and the next began. Even the kitchen was full of dishes. I tried to ignore this though and followed him closely. Micky found the tea kettle, filled it, and placed it on the stove, “Sorry about the mess, bachelor living.” I stood about the middle of the kitchen folding my hands over each other. Micky turned around and leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest, “So what brings you to my humble abode?”

All I wanted to do was run up and kiss him, he was all too real in front of me again. If only I didn’t have to say those two words… but I did.

“Well my friend Jackie is dating Harry now, so when she said they were coming here today, I decided to tag along,” I lied, hoping I sounded convincing. For now, this was the façade I’d hide behind.

The water on the stove began to boil and Micky got out two cups, tea bags, and poured the water. He brought the cups over and motioned me to sit down at the only half cluttered table, “Oh well, it’s great to see you again.” He placed a hand over mine, sipping his tea, and I knew he meant what he said. I had to get this out before I went insane!

I took a sip of tea, letting it burn a hole all the way to my stomach. I looked at his hand on top of mine, calloused over soft, then I looked directly at him, “Micky, this isn’t easy for me to say but,” I looked away and then forced my eyes back to his quickly, which were now filled with concern, “but I’m pregnant.” I slipped my hand from his and held my tea cup for dear life, staring down into the steam, afraid to see his face or let my tears flow.

When I finally looked up, Micky was standing, one hand on the table and the other holding his cup. He swiftly gulped the tea in it down and set the cup back.

“It’s mine isn’t it?” he asked clearing away the silence, barely audible. He looked at me; I nodded, closing my eyes. He sighed loudly, paced a bit, and then sat back down, restless, running his hands through his hair, “You’re sure?” I nodded again.

“I wanted to tell you in person,” I broke my silence with a hoarse reply, as if this explained everything.

Micky sat back down in his chair, hunched over, head resting on his legs. I just stared, I had no idea what I could say and I didn’t want to cause a bad reaction. It was, however, taking all of my inner strength not to break down and sob as I had been doing for countless nights before this moment.

Suddenly, Micky got out his chair and was on his knees in front of me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, his head resting against my stomach. “I’m so sorry,” I heard him whisper and manage to look up at me. He was crying!

I could no longer hold it in and began to sob, running on fingers through his curly hair, feeling jointly bad for the situation and for him, “It’s ok.”

“I should have… I should have been more responsible,” he replied still muffled by the cloth of my shirt. Micky stayed in this position for another minute and I could feel his wet tears as I began to catch my composure. Then he held onto me but looked up, “I’m going to be a father. You’re having my baby.”

I nodded wiping a tear and then touching his cheek, “Yes.”

He stood up and pulled me along with him, staring into my face, tear stains on his. Micky held me close, his arms around my back and my head on his chest. Then he pulled away and held my shoulders, looking down at me. He grabbed my face with both hands and sweetly kissed my mouth. I could feel relief wash over me as I put my arms around his neck and kissed him harder.

Just then, as if on cue, the front door creaked and Harry and Jackie walked in, still arm and arm as before. I pulled away, breathless and blushing but still with Micky’s arms around me. We both looked at them- they were smiling broadly. I know it would all be alright.

Part Two
Part One

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