"I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of moving myself back into our house." I tell my wife as we pull up to our front door.

"I don't mind at all. I didn't want you to leave in the first place." She smiles leaning over the council kissing my cheek.

"Yuck." Josh groans from the very back of the SUV.

"Stop it." Sara scolds him. I chuckle and my wife is biting her thumbnail.

"So mom, what are we going to do today?" Mason asks.

"Um, I'm pretty tired but tomorrow, I promise we'll do whatever you want." Stevie smiles.

"So we can go to the arcade after school?" He questions.

"If that's what you want darling," Stevie says.

"Yay!" The boys' cheer, Sara groans.

"I'll take you shopping on Saturday to make up for it." Stevie tells our daughter.

***

Stevie naps for most of the day, but she makes us spaghetti Bolognese for dinner and for the first time in eight years we actually seem like a normal happy family. The next day, at the Arcade Stevie and I, are watching our boys play some stupid games. Sara is talking on the phone to Samantha. When Sara got into High School she was lucky enough to have Deb and Paul for a majority of her classes. Both her freshman year, Deb her sophomore year, and Paul her junior year. Though she hasn't had either of them, this year, her Senior year of High School, she has an extra hour that I know she spends in Deb's classroom. They have both, however, sat down with Samantha and Sara to help them explore their options and figure out what they want to do for the rest of their lives. After she hangs up with Samantha she looks towards me and Stevie.

"Mom, Daddy. I've decided what I want to do with my life. I love dancing and singing and playing guitar but I want to do that on the side to help me pay for medical school. I want to be a neonatologist. I love babies and I want to help premature and ill babies. Right now, I plan to focus on gynecology and obstetrics, the focus could change though. I have three degrees ahead of me." Sara tells us.

"Sweet Girl, we are multimillionaires, you won't have to worry about paying for anything. My dad left you some money for college as well. Where are you thinking about going?" I lean back in the chair.

"I got into the USC medicine program. I'll be able to live at home and all I want you guys to pay for is my tuition. I'll use the money grandpa left me to pay for books and stuff, but I also want to earn money myself. Sammy got into UCLA she's going into Journalism." Sara tells us.

"What made you decide medicine?" Stevie questions.

"Honestly. You. Ever since my brothers were born I've been watching you take care of them and I've been helping you take care of them. When you started taking Kolonopin there would be times when you'd almost drop Josh. I always caught him. Watching you slowly fade like that sucked. I wanted to help you but I didn't know how and it got me thinking. Then when I got into high school, I spent a lot of time with Uncle Greg and they're would be times when I'd get done with my work early and my teachers would let me go to his classroom. His anatomy classes were so fascinating and when I took Health I was just roped in. I've always loved science and I love babies as well and just the thought of helping a family makes me so happy." Sara explains.

"I'm so proud of you." I smile leaning over the table and hugging her tightly.

"My baby girl is growing up." Stevie tears up hugging Sara just as tightly if not tighter when I let go of her.

"Momma, I missed you," Sara says breaking down into tears.

"Baby, I've always been here. I just wasn't entirely myself." Stevie kisses her head.

***

Later that night when we get home, I find Stevie sitting in our bed. Three books in front of her.

"Hey what are you looking at?" I ask.

"The baby books." She looks up.

"Oh yeah, you rarely look at those. Why now?" I ask

"Lori and Chris are having a baby." She says.

"Really! After eight years they're finally having a kid. I never thought they would have any." I chuckle.

"Lindsey...about four years ago I started to not have periods anymore. I was certain that I was starting menopause. As I was detoxing...They came back. I got checked out at the hospital. They said we could still have another baby...even though the chance I've had my whole life was slim they said nothing changed. Lindsey, I've missed so much. So much. I want to do it right this time. I'm getting older and though the risks are there...we have a twenty-five percent chance. We've always had that but we ended up with three kids anyway. I still want to try." She looks at me, tears in her eyes.

"And what if it doesn't work?" I ask.

"There are other options, adoption, fertility treatments, IVF, times are different now than they were in the seventies. But let's cross that bridge if we get there." She's pleading.

"Okay," I say hesitantly.

"Really!" She cheers attacking me with kisses.

"Let's start." I wiggle my eyebrows.

Sara and I spent maybe two hundred dollars each on clothes. I've slowly lost the weight. I'm at one-forty-five now instead of one-seventy-five. I will never be back down to the one-hundred pounds I was before I had Sara, and though I'm not entirely happy with my body I know age and children played a massive role in it. Shoe's however, is another story. In the end, we spend six hundred dollars in total and Lindsey may kill us.

As we're eating Chinese from the food court, Sara looks up fork halfway to her mouth when she lets out an audible gasp. Tears well in her eyes and I turn around to see Mike lip locking with a red head. I see red, but before I can react, forever mine and Lindsey's child, Sara is up out of her seat. She pulls Mike off of the girl and grabs the drink from their table and throws it over him.

"Sare, I can explain." He tries.

"Save it, you lying cheating bastard. I never want to see you again." Sara says smacking him across the face and storming away.

"Sara, I'm sorry It was a mistake. I love you." He calls.

"No! Momma, I want to go." Sara says sobbing as she walks over to me.

"Hold on baby." I tell her approaching the kids.

"Hi...Mrs. B," He says shyly.

"If my husband or I EVER see you bother our daughter again, you'll be lucky to see the next decade. And honey, if I were you...I'd find someone else." I say patting her back.

"Mrs. B, was it?" The redhead speaks up.

"Buckingham yes." I look at her

"Tell Sara I'm sorry. I had no idea, She's in my science class I just transferred here at semester. I've only been at school for two months and I didn't know they were together." She cries.

"I will relay the message." I nod.

"Mrs. Buckingham, don't tell Mr. Byron. He's my mentor, I'm trying to get in the army after graduation but I'm struggling with my English and government grades. And Mrs. Byron is my calc teacher. She's going to be even harder on me now." Mike pleads.

"You should've thought of that before you cheated. I can guarantee you she is already telling Samantha everything," I say walking away. My platform boots clicking as I go.

I wrap my arms around Sara, we grab our bags and walk towards the car. My arm wrapped around her waist her head laying on my shoulder. When we get home, she runs out of the vehicle and straight into our home. When I finally get all our bags in I see her soaking through Lindsey's white shirt.

"What happened?" He asks.

"At the mall, she caught Mike cheating on her," I explain.

Lindsey snarls and goes to make a movement but I stopped him.

"Easy papa bear, Mama, and Baby bear already handled it. Baby bear did a number on him. The poor kids got a black eye. She smacked him pretty hard." I say patting his cheek.

"Good," He growls rubbing her back.

"Momma...could you sing?" She asks.

"C' mon," Lindsey says taking her to the couch, where his guitar is sitting. She lays in my arms as Lindsey plays, a song we haven't done in over ten years.

Wait a minute baby

Stay with me a while

Sara fell asleep on the couch and I was making dinner when Lindsey wraps his arm around me.

"That felt good didn't it?" He asks

"What, singing together?" I look up at him.

"Yeah, what do you think?" He shrugs.

"What are we talking. Buckingham Nicks or Fleetwood Mac?" I inquire,

"I don't know. I just know that I want to sing with you again. I'm working on a solo album right now. Before you went to detox you were thinking about putting another album out as well. Maybe when we've both settled down." He says kissing my head.

"I'll think about it." I smile

"Alright." He kisses me.

I've only been home for four days but it already feels better than before when every other week it was just me and Brenwan. It was extremely lonely.