The Tusk tour was over, and we were finally back together in our home raising our children. Sara's sixth birthday is rapidly approaching, and tonight Stevie is making dinner for The Andersons's and ourselves to discuss several things. Sara's birthday, my solo album, Stevie's album release date, and tour.

"Aunt Robin." Sara cheers as the doorbell rings. I open the door for Robin and lead her in. Something's different. She's pale and she looks exhausted.

"Hey! I made your favorite. Chicken Stir-fry." Stevie says hugging Robin.

"Great! I can't wait." Robin says.

Over dinner, Stevie speaks up first.

"So, my album comes out on Friday. I'm touring June, July, and August. I know Lindsey is releasing an album in April while we're working in May, both doing promotions would you take the kids?" Stevie asks.

"No...I'm very sick. And I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. In May when I wouldn't tell you why I couldn't tour with you, it's because I was scared. Stevie, I have leukemia. Cancer of the blood. I underwent treatment in May and June. I was in remission in July and I was sincerely going to call you but then Lindsey got sick. I didn't want to bombard you with everything all at once. We found out right before Christmas that we're having a baby. But along with the baby, we found out my cancer came back. I've decided to stop treatment and have my baby. I'm due in June, if I keep going through treatment then the baby may not make it." Robin says tears in her eyes. Stevie and I are crying as well. Kim is trying to hold everything together.

"What now?" Stevie asks hugging her.

"They're moving me into the hospital to monitor me. I go next week. I'll be at Cedars Sinai. You'll be able to visit." Robin explains.

"So does that mean you won't be at my party?" Sara questions.

"No sweet girl, I won't be. But I brought you your gift. It's in the car. We'll get it after dinner." She runs her fingers through Sara's waves.

Sara's gift was a homemade teddy bear made from some pieces of fabric. Though being six, Sara loved it.

***

By March, Stevie's album had hit number one, and we were on our way to tell Robin. We were greeted in the hall by Kim.

"What's going on?" Stevie asks.

"They're changing her band-aids. For some reason, they had to take the baby today. He's three months premature but the pediatrician says he looks hopeful. They wouldn't tell me why though." Kim explains.

"Mr. Anderson, you can go back in. We'll wheel the baby down to see you guys later. We can't move her. Her heart rate and breathing are quickly slowing down. To put it bluntly, she's dying." The doctor says walking away.

Stevie starts tearing up and I hold her close. When we go in the two girls cry and hug each other.

"I'm ready," Robin says sadly. Kim starts to cry, and I take him into my arms.

We meet the baby; Matthew and we take one last picture with Robin. We are woken up two days later at five in the morning. She was gone. Her funeral was hard to sit through, Stevie adorned in Big black sunglasses sobbing loudly the whole time. But the hardest part was when Sara asked why she couldn't see Aunt Robin anymore. Lying in bed that night with my inconsolable wife killed me a little bit. Her one true best friend before Christine McVie was gone. Robin and I never got on really well, but I still considered her a friend.

"I can't believe she's gone, Lindsey. I really can't." Steve sobbed.

***

The next morning, when I woke up she was not in bed. After touring the house I found her asleep hunched over the piano in the studio. I gently wake her up and she stares up at me with hopeful eyes.

"I wrote a song. A song for you and a song for Robin." She says.

"Will you play it for me?" I ask

She nods and starts pressing the keys.

So I'm back to the velvet underground

Back to the floor that I love

To a room with some lace and paper flowers

Back to the gypsy that I was

And it all comes down to you

Well you know that it does, well

Lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice

Oh and it lights up the night

And you see your gypsy

You see your gypsy

To the gypsy

That remains

Her face says freedom

With a little fear

I have no fear

I have only love

And if I was a child

And the child was enough

Enough for me to love

Enough to love

She is dancing away from you now

She was just a wish

She was just a wish

And her memory is all that is left for you now

You see your gypsy, oh

You see your gypsy

Lightning strikes

Maybe once, maybe twice

And it all comes down to you

Ooh, oh, and it all comes down to you

Lightning strikes

Maybe once, maybe twice

I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes.

She's going back to our apartment where the mattress was on the floor and we were surrounded by fake flowers.

"It's beautiful Steph." I smile

"I want it on the next Mac Album." She states

"It will be." I assure her.