And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist, but darlin'
You are, the only exception

Trixie's POV

Saturday morning. I had slept late last night cleaning my room as I knew that today in one way or another, I would be surprised here.

Eighteen, I was finally eighteen, and I couldn't be happier about that.

I was deep in my dreams when I felt like someone curled up next to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday my sweet princess,
happy birthday to you..."

The person with that thick Russian accent sang softly as I smiled.

"Are you Marilyn Monroe, and I am John f Kennedy or why you sing to me so divinely?"

"I'm not the one who looks like Marilyn, sweetie," she said as she hides her face into my neck.

"I'm very intrigued to know how you got here without waking me up, but right now I just want to enjoy this moment, I wouldn't mind starting my days like this for the rest of my life."

"I agree with you," she said, drawing me closer to her body.

"Did you know my girlfriend turns eighteen today?"

"I didn't know, but you can congratulate her on my part."

"Oh, I'll tell her, thank you very much."

"You aren't planning to give your girlfriend a special kiss?" I asked, smiling as I felt her hands moving down my pink pajamas.

"I don't know; she deserves it?"

"Totally," my smile became even bigger as I watched her sit on my lap and finally kiss me.

I giggled as she took my wrists and put them up on my head and then started kissing my neck, which was definitely my favorite spot.

"It feels delicious, don't stop, please," I asked, trying to hold a moan.

"I don't plan to do it, princess."

She kissed everywhere as one hand held my wrists, and the other directed under my top to squeeze my boobs.

I was in heaven with her kisses when suddenly I heard steps going up the stairs.

"Daddy," I whispered, opening my eyes.

"Baby, I'd rather you tell me mommy, although this is also super hot..."

"No silly, my parents!" I said, separating myself desperately, "Quick, come in!"

"Again?" She joked, frowning her lips as I pulled her into the closet.

I went back to bed and covered myself with the sheets just in time when my parents entered the room with a small cake on a plate.

"Beatrice, happy birthday, my girl!" mom said with a smile.

"Thank you," I replied with an uncomfortable smile as Sam walked into the room.

"Happy birthday, my sweet angel, I am very proud of the woman you are now," dad congratulated me, placing a kiss on my cheek and leaving the plate on my bedside table.

"Samantha, honey, you don't have anything to say to your sister?"

"Yeah, I guess," she looked at me with a funny smile "I'm sorry I'm not the only daughter here," she joked, making me laugh.

"Samantha!"

"Okay, but I need to be alone with her, please."

"Of course princess, take your time, and when you're ready go down for breakfast, today is your favorite," dad said with a wink, and then he leaves the room with mom.

"Well, Tracy, happy birthday, I brought you a Russian whore as a gift, I hope you thank me," she said, opening the closet door where my girlfriend was.

"Oh my god, thank you, just how I like them," I joked as I see her go out with a pair of pink sunglasses and a Dolly Parton T-shirt.

"Nice speech," she pointed to Sam as she curled up beside me.

"It isn't too early to fuck?" She asked, amused, "Trixie, you haven't even had breakfast, you're going to faint."

"For love, there's no schedule, little Sam," the blonde answered, squeezing my waist.

"Anyway, I'll go before I puke," she came up to me and kissed me on the cheek "Happy birthday sweet sister, I love you so much."

"I love you even more," I replied, smiling as she took one last look and walked out of the room.

Katya and I stayed for a couple of minutes, hugging each other in silence until she finally decided to break it.

"So today we will have waffles with strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast?," She asked as she wrapped a lock of my hair with her finger.

"It seems so," I replied, hiding my face into her neck "I wish you would stay."

"Me too, princess, but I'm quite busy," she said like it was the real reason that she couldn't stay.

"No! Stay five minutes longer, please, I beg you."

"Trixie..."

"Just five, it's my birthday after all."

"Ugh, you're lucky to be so adorable," she replied, kissing my cheek.

"Do you love me?"

"With every part of mine," she assured with a smile.

We stayed like that for a couple more minutes, but eventually, she had to leave with the promise to come for me later. Not even two minutes had passed since she left, and I already felt incomplete.

I went down for breakfast to find a big plate of waffles with whipped cream and strawberries, just as I expected.

"Honey, I had planned to do something special today, we could go to the boutique for you to pick something cute and have dinner, maybe you could even invite Alaska if she decides to wear something decent..."

"I have plans tonight" I cut her off while I was sipping my juice, and Sam looked funny.

"What? With who?"

"My friends," I lied.

"Oh, and your friends are more important than us?" Her voice radiated pure anger.

"Mom, it's her birthday..."

"Silence Samantha, this is not your business," she demanded, making Sam roll her eyes irritated.

"Please, it's too early to argue, every year we do what you decide on my birthday, I'm done," I must admit that I even was surprised to speak in such a serene tone.

"Jeremy..."

"Save it, Val, Trixie is free to decide what she will do today, after all, she's legal in Canada," he joked, winking at me and laughing.

Mom didn't say another word and proceeded to eat her breakfast with the angriest expression possible. When we finished, Sam and I went to get ready and go for a ride like every year, however, when we were about to leave the doorbell sound.

"Hi?"

"Good afternoon, I have a delivery for Beatrice Mattel," a smiling boy said.

"Uh, yeah, it's me."

"Here you are, have a good day miss."

I didn't have time to say thanks because the boy was already giving me a bouquet of flowers and going back to his car with the logo of a flower shop.

"Uh, what do you have there, Tracy?" Sam asked curiously, "Katya doesn't know what your favorite flowers are?"

"Uh, yes, she knows it," I replied simply as I picked up the little card in the flower bouquet.

It was a big bouquet of red orchids. Katya knew perfectly that my favorite flowers were pink roses, so I was quite surprised that they were from her, but when I opened the card, everything made sense. They were from Jessie's.

"Beautiful Beatrice, happy birthday," I read aloud "it's from Jessie's,"

"That moron again?"

"Ugh, let's go," I replied, breaking the card.

It wasn't a big deal. We went for ice cream with Lasky and spent an afternoon shopping. I got a couple of gorgeous dresses that Katya would love, but I also bought some lingerie sets that I planned to model for her, after all, there was no better gift than seeing her expressions and listening to her cute compliments.

"Hey, do you like it?" Lasky asked as she left the dressing room in a tight red dress.

"It fits you perfectly; you know that," I replied, smiling when she saw herself in the mirror.

"Ugh, why I don't have a body like yours?" Sam complained.

"Because you have an incredible ass that makes Aquaria kneel for it," Lasky replied, making her blush.

"I guess you're right, my ass is awesome," she admitted, shrugging.

I just laughed at their foolishness.

"Want to hurry? Katya will pass for me, and I need to be ready."

"She's gonna give you your little present?" Sam made fun of me as she moved her hips, pretending to fuck.

"Oh Samy, it would be rather like this," Alaska placed her fingers in "v" and then moved her tongue between them and rolled her eyes.

"Don't say that bullshit!"

"Tell us, Tracy, what will you do?"

"The truth is that I also don't know what she's planning, I'm a little nervous if I'm honest."

"Well, I know what your surprise is," Lasky said with a smile of satisfaction as she walked into the dressing room.

"Hey no, tell me," I begged, watching her take off her dress without a grain of shame.

"I can't, baby, she would kill me if I told you," she replied, putting on her blue jeans, "And I've heard that Russians are too violent to do it."

"But Lasky..."

"You're so childish," she rolled her eyes and then walked out of the dressing room "But you're gonna die when you find out."

And so it was, I couldn't persuade her to say a word about my surprise, and though one part of me was grateful, another was anxious to know what it was all about.

I wasn't quite sure how I should dress, Katya hadn't given me instructions, so I decided to go for something neither so elegant, and nor so simple. A white blouse and a tight pink skirt didn't seem like a bad idea unless the fool thought of taking me on her motorcycle, in which case there would be a problem.

I left the room after checking my makeup and hair for the hundredth time and went to say goodbye to Sam, who was suddenly reading a book.

"Wow, you can read?" I joked.

"Shut up! Aquaria recommended it to me," I liked to see the shine in her eyes when she spoke of that twin.

"I'm leaving, I'll come back later,"

Her smile was present in an almost macabre way.

"Good luck Tracy, please don't faint."

"You also know it?" She just nodded, laughing.

"Alaska said she's very jealous and happy for you, it's all I can say," she just laughed at me being so confused "You really have no idea."

"You're very weird; I'll see you later."

I went downstairs to get out quickly before mom saw me or said something, I wasn't in the mood to hear her complain. I could see Sharon's car parked next to my house and the beautiful blonde distracted on her phone, so much so that she jumped when I kissed her cheek.

"Hello silly,"

"Hello birthday girl," she looked at me from top to bottom "You look gorgeous,"

"You don't look bad either," I bit my lower lip when I saw her in more detail.

She looked different. Her long legs dressed in tight black leather pants, her hair tied up, but some curls fell on her face. Her lips colored in a dark red, and she even wore a pair of long earrings that made her look so beautiful.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Do you mind if you do it in the car?"

"I don't think I can resist it so much."

"Your mum can see us doll."

"Oh my god, you're so boring."

We just gave each other a short kiss before she turned on the car.

"Where do you want to have dinner?"

"McDonald 's!" I asked excitedly.

"Are you sure? It's your birthday, after all."

"McDonald's!" I repeated with the same smile.

"Well, McDonald's will be," she sighed amusingly before heading to the place.

It was an incredibly simple dinner but too special for the fact of being with her. Those were the little moments when I thanked the universe to have her in my life, for having a girlfriend so beautiful and kind with me that she would allow me to eat the rest of her fries and buy a happy meal just to give me the toy.

"Do you think it's ok if we go for your gift now?" She asked, nervously once we left the place.

"It wasn't my gift?" I asked, confused.

"My princess, you have no idea." She laughed funny, leaving a kiss on my nose.

"Baby, I really don't need anything else."

"Come on," she winked at me, "but I need you to use this," she said, showing a red bandage.

"Seriously, Yekaterina?"

"Do you want to live the complete experience or not?"

I only rolled my eyes before allowing her to put a bandage over my eyes and take me to that mysterious place while we listened to Dolly Parton's songs.

At some point she stopped the car and helped me down very carefully, taking me by the waist to guide my foolish steps. I supposed we entered the place when a bell rang indicating that a door was opening.

"Katya, gorgeous, what a pleasure to see you again!" somebody said.

"I said the same, Morgan," I heard her laugh near to me.

"I can't believe we're going to do this; she is the one? She's very cute," the person said on the other side, and I could only smile uncomfortably.

"I know," the Russian answered, kissing my cheek.

"Come on, let's go into the room,"

The blonde guided me back to what I supposed was the room.

"Would you mind leaving us alone for a couple of minutes? I need to talk with her," Katya said without letting me go.

"Of course, take your time,"

I heard the door shut again, and I supposed we were alone. I hated to have to guess.

"Agh, this is killing me."

"Come sit with me," my girlfriend asked with a weak giggle, causing me to sit in her lap "My favorite part of you are your beautiful honey eyes, did you know that?"

"You can see them; you just have to remove this bandage from me once and for all."

"Trixie, do you love me?"

Her question was so unexpected, but I already knew the answer.

"With all my heart."

"Do you remember when we first started dating out, and you used to ask about the muses in the speed zone?" I just nodded confused "I'm going to be honest, I never thought I meet my muse, I never thought I loved a woman the way I do with you when I see your smile I know I did something good in another life because I'm blessed in this way, with having you in my life."

"Katya..."

"I love you, and I know you hated Jessie saying this to you, but I think he was right, after all, honey, you're my lucky charm," I felt my eyes crystallize and then, out of nowhere, she said a sentence that made me weak instantly:

"Better yet, you're my muse."

I gasped when I heard her say those words. I knew how much this meant to her, and now, how much it meant to me. Sharon used to tell me how she and Katya believed they would never find a girl good enough to carry that title in their lives, especially the last one, but also how much they wanted to do it because it wasn't just anything, it was something incredibly important.

"My love, I..." I didn't know what to say, the words didn't leave my lips, I wanted to remove the blindfold from my eyes and cover her with kisses, "I love you, I love you so much, too much, very much and I will do it until waterloo stops being such a masterpiece."

She let out a laugh and then kiss my lips unexpectedly.

"Katya, I'm not a biker like you, and I really don't know if I can say this: but you are my muse too," I admit with a shy smile.

Nothing was heard but the sound of the air conditioner for a couple of seconds that seemed eternally until she finally spoke

"I am your muse?" Her voice was small and trembling.

"Yes, you are. You inspire me, and you make songwriting seem like a game, I could make a song about your blue eyes and another about your lips, about your blonde hair and your laughter too, about every part of you because you are perfect," I smiled to feel her lips again "Would you mind taking this stupid bandage off me so I can kiss you until our lips get tired?"

"No problem, pretty lady."

Her hands began to remove the uncomfortable bandage, causing the light to hurt me a little. My eyes had already adapted to the darkness.

It took me a couple of seconds before I assimilated where we were, but then it all made sense.

We were in a tattoo shop.

"Katya, what the hell are you planning to do?"

"You didn't hear me before, princess? You are my Muse," I loved to hear that come out of her red lips, "That includes the whole package."

My heart beat quickly when I remembered the words she had said to me before.

"In the speed zone, we have a tradition,"

"Really? What is it?" I asked barely audible as my voice was heard trembling, the blonde biker made me nervous as fuck.

"Once you find your muse, your inspiration, your psyche, you must tattoo her name as a form of gratitude,"

"Yekaterina, are you...?"

That crazy woman had planned to tattoo my name!

"Oh Trixie..." her smile was present and she just nodded quickly.

"Baby, are you sure of this? I know it's a tradition, and I swear by the holiest thing I have that I'm very, very honored, but do you really want to do it?"

She gently stroked my cheek before answering:

"I've never been so sure about something."

I kissed her smile gently.

"I love you so much," I whispered in her lips.

She was in search of the person who attended us minutes before, and I finally realized that it was a girl.

"Hello, doll, I'm Morgan" she introduced herself with a smile.

"Trixie," I answered with a smile too.

"Morgan is the author of all my tattoos, she is also responsible for tattooing the runners' the names of their muses," my sunshine explained with a smile.

"And I didn't think I lived to tattoo this crazy Russian woman the name of her muse," the girl admitted joking, "I just need to do it with miss Needles now."

"Something tells me you're not far from it."

"I hope you are right," the girl with silvery hair laughed, "By the way doll, when you want to get tattooed, I will be very honored that you choose me, the first tattoo of the muses are free," she offered with a wink.

I bit my lower lip before seeing Katya and saying what I had in mind.

"Why don't you do it all at once?" I asked with a funny smile when I saw the expression of both.

"What?" Said a very incredulous Katya.

"Listen, I also want to be part of this tradition, I've told you before that you're my muse too and I want to represent it at the same form as you're gonna do it," I said, taking her hands firmly.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Morgan screamed, ruining our moment "You two are so cute."

"Do you want to tattoo my fucking name?"

"I'm not as crazy as you, I think it would be something intense to tattoo myself Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, it's okay if I just tattooed your initials? I'm a coward."

"Princess, it's more than perfect," she replied with the brightest smile I had ever seen before.

"I swear this is fucking epic, I'm your fan, girls, I swear!"

We just smiled before starting the session. First, it was Katya's turn. The incredibly silly and beautiful girl got a beautiful tattoo on her right arm, my name was written in Russian along with a moon, a fucking and breathtakingly beautiful moon!

"You're the best girlfriend in the world, did you know that?"

"I guessed it," she replied with a proud smile at her new tattoo.

"I'm going to change the needles and clean everything, you can decide where and how you want your tattoo," Morgan said, leaving us alone.

We discussed for some time, but in the end, I decided to do it in my lower abdomen of the left side. I also wanted to do something like her, so I decided that I should also get a minimalist sun, after all, my tattoo would be small and representative.

I would lie if I said that I wasn't nervous to see how the needles and material were prepared. My hands were shaking and I had to close my eyes tightly when I heard the machine turn on, but everything changed when I felt Katya take my hand and kiss my cheeks, whisper cute things in my ear, saying how brave I was at doing this and how much she loved me.

I honestly had no idea how much time we spent there, at first it hurt a little, but then I must admit that the feeling was quite pleasant. Katya paid for her tattoo, and as Morgan promised, mine was free.

We got back into the car like a couple of little girls who had been doing mischievous, and oh, it had been a big one.

"If mom finds out, she's gonna kill me," I admitted, laughing loudly.

"I guess you'll have to hide it for the rest of your days, princess."

"I'm so happy at your side, sole mio," I sighed, cutting my laughter "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.

"For being my girlfriend," I answered as cheesy as possible, "And for making this my favorite birthday ever."

She only smiled, showing her white teeth before kissing me gently.

Tonight had been incredibly important, Katya had made me her official muse.

And I was more than honored for that.

Note: Red orchids meaning are passion and sexual desire.

It takes me a long time but I'm here now!, and btw, listen the song, I love paramore's music!

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