Stevie, Lindsey and the girls spent a couple more days at Barbara and Jess', before they returned to California and Lindsey took the three to where Stevie previously lived, as she was so set on not needing his help anymore. The house was well kept, thanks to Stevie's brother, but it was obvious nobody had lived there for a long time. Lindsey had Stevie make a list for all things she needed and he drove to a grocery store, coming back with loads of bags. When everything was finally in its place, they had a cup of coffee and Lindsey left.

The house was huge, Stevie started thinking how she used to live in it, did she have a housekeeper? She had to, come on, being this famous rockstar, like Lindsey had painted her image to be, there was no way she had time to clean this house herself. While her girls were in their, now separate, rooms, arranging their own things, well toys, Stevie wandered from one room to another, looking at pictures, picking up her beautiful crystal angels, studying every single one of them, she also came a cross her record collection and it was a lot bigger than Lindsey's. She scanned through it and found the Buckingham Nicks LP. She loved listening to it with Lindsey, which also led them to that kiss, so she put it on and let it play, while her attention was caught by another pile - her journals.

Stevie chose the one which seemed to her to be the oldest and sat down by the record player. She skipped through pages, reading bits and pieces, when she stopped and focused on a longer entry.

'It's completely Lindsey's fault. Moving to freaking Los Angeles? I know we have no future with Fritz, but come on! You've got yourself in big big trouble, falling in love with that man, Steph... But he made me believe his every word. And I do feel confident, somehow, I feel like we will make it. It won't be easy, but we have each other for support, going through with this massive change. My parents aren't happy to say the least. They kept repeating that if I stay in college, I will have a definite future, I would become a teacher and lead a boring life, somewhere in the suburbs, with a Labrador and white picket fence. That's not me, I want my life to be exciting. I'm so tired of pretending, it's fun to sing into a hairbrush, as if I'm Janis Joplin, but I want another girl doing the same thing in her bedroom, feeling that she's Stevie Nicks for a moment. Maybe I'm too much of an optimist, maybe my dreams are too far-fetched, but I made up my mind and I am going to do this. With Lindsey. I wouldn't even consider if it wasn't with him. God... I love him so much, he's... I feel like we've wasted so much time, obeying that stupid fucking rule of no guy from the band dating me. I've never met anyone like Lindsey Buckingham before. He does things to me... I see him, I see that smile of his and those eyes, and... and I'm THIS close to just tearing my clothes off in front of him right there and then, wherever we may be. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, but it's how it is. I got it bad, so bad. What would make me the happiest person in the whole world would be if we move to Los Angeles, become successful, have our career, but at the same time, we're settled down - married and with a couple of children. I hope some higher power is with me right this moment and my wish comes true. If only I'm not wishing for too much...'

"Apparently, I did..." Stevie sighed, closing her journal, once she finished reading.

"Who are you talking to, Mommy?" Aria sat down next to her mother, picking up the Buckingham Nicks record.

"No one, sweetie."

"Is that you?" The girl pointed at the cover and Stevie turned to look what she was talking about.

"I... well, yes. Let's put that away though."

"Why? You look so pretty."

"Thank you, but I don't feel very comfortable with you looking at it..." Stevie said and took the vinyl and put it back in the sleeve. "Where's your sister?"

"Mabel is drawing in her room, but she said to call her down, when you start making dinner, she wants to help."

"To help me make a mess?"

"Yes." Aria giggled and jumped to her feet. "Should I go get her? I'm hungry!"

"Sure." Stevie nodded, standing up.

"MABEL, COME HERE!"

"Sweet Jesus! You said you would go get her!"

Aria just shrugged and went to the kitchen.

After dinner, the twins stayed to help Stevie do the dishes, before they convinced her they absolutely had to watch a movie all together before it was bed time. "I don't even know if I had any movies you could watch."

"We've already looked, Mommy." Mabel smiled, holding up the case of Beauty and the Beast.

"Oh, well alright. Let's put it in then."

As the film finished, both girls yawned simultaneously, making Stevie laugh, so she headed upstairs with them, to get them ready for bed. Aria was unusually quiet, as she was putting on her pajamas, causing Stevie to frown.

"What's wrong, baby? Are you not feeling good?"

"I miss Lindsey." She answered without hesitation.

"Well, I miss him too, but we have to give him some time away from us, sweetie. I'm sure he is tired from all the driving around with us."

"Can we call him?"

"Aria..."

"Please, Mommy? I just want to say goodnight."

Stevie gave in of course.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Lindsey!" Aria chirped. "I wanted to wish you a good night, so Mommy called you for me."

"Oh, that is so sweet of you, Aria." Lindsey laughed at the other end. It warmed his heart, not that he would admit it easily. "Then I'm wishing you a good night too. Can you give the phone to your beautiful Mommy now?"

"Lindsey called you beautiful." Aria tried to whisper to Stevie, clearly forgetting to cover the receiver. "She's right here, so you can talk now."

Stevie took over the phone call and told her daughter to go to bed now. "Hey, you..."

"Hey, yourself."

"I hope we didn't interrupt, Aria said she was missing you."

"Just Aria?"

"No..."

"It feels awfully lonely without you, Steph, and the girls."

"Well, you could maybe pack an overnight bag and come over?"

"What, tonight?"

"It's just a thought, Linds. If you..."

"I'll be there shortly."

Stevie grinned to herself, as she hung up, the butterflies in her stomach doing back flips.

Thankfully, by the time Lindsey turned off the engine of his car in Stevie's driveway, the girls were already asleep, so she could have him all to herself, at last. Hopefully... She was waiting in the doorway already, when he got out of the car, and pulled him in for a kiss, once he approached her.

"That call made my night."

"Come in." Stevie took him by the hand and walked him into the house and straight up the stairs. She stopped at the top and leaned closer to say very quietly. "Don't make a sound, Aria will hear you, even in her sleep, and our night will be ruined."

Lindsey nodded his understanding and they walked to Stevie's bedroom. As soon as they were in the privacy of her room, he was about to take control again, but she stopped him quickly.

"No, this time, I will start this off, knowing our luck."

"Be my guest." He laughed, as she walked him backwards to the bed.

She stood in between his legs, once he sat down on the edge, and took his face in her hands, leaning down to press a sweet innocent kiss to his lips, but his hold on her tightened, as he deepened the kiss, making her moan already. She pulled a way a short moment later, undoing the buttons of her blouse, which then fell to the floor. She also took off her flowy summery skirt and stepped out of it, before she claimed his lips for another kiss. Now it was his time to appreciate her actions with a groan, as she ran her fingers through his curls. She parted them again, gathering the material of his t-shirt at the hem to pull it over his head.

"Move over to the headboard."

So he did and she got up on the bed as well, crawling over to him on all fours like a cat. A very sexy and seductive cat... She knelt in between his spread legs, placing her palms on his thighs, running her hands along the lengths of them. Shamelessly, her eyes fell to his crotch, her fingers now working on releasing him out of the confines of his jeans. She pulled his pants down, along with his boxers, and tossed them aside, before straddling his middle. They were separated by the thin material of her underwear and it was driving him insane, as she was currently grinding against him, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. He instantly cupped her breasts once she exposed them to him, running the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, as her lower body movements only increased.

"You're torturing me." He pulled her closer and whispered. "If you keep this up, our night will get ruined."

She took notice and got herself fully naked. He stopped her from doing anything, naturally, making her worry.

"I just... I simply want to take the sight of you in, it's been so long."

Finally, he let her continue. She got on top of him again, taking his length in her hand, as she gave him a few long strokes before she guided him to her entrance and slowly sat down on him, both of them holding back their breaths, while she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her. He caressed her body until she began rolling her hips, only to have a better grip on her to help her balance a minute later. She knew he probably needed it faster, but what she was experiencing was simply too good to change it up. Her eyes were shut as she took every inch of him in, lowering herself onto him over and over again. For him it was beautiful to watch, how she was so obviously somewhere else at this point, her skin flushed, mouth agape, hair tousled by her own fingers... He knew her body language perfectly, knowing she was close, he flipped them, changing their positions, as he began thrusting faster, hitting just the right spot within her, causing her to almost draw blood from her lower lip, because she was biting on it too hard to keep silent. Well, as silent as she could possibly be. Years and years of perfecting their act, helped him bring them to that ecstatic release at the same time, with several more thrusts, as he crashed his mouth over hers, so she wouldn't wake up half the neighborhood.

She started crying immediately and he had no idea how to react, it just wasn't the natural reaction after a woman had sex with him.

"Hey... what is it?" He cradled her face in his hands, placing small kisses on her lips. "Don't cry, baby. Please, tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." She managed, closing her eyes again, shaking her head. "Everything is perfect."

"Why the tears?"

"I haven't felt like that... ever."

"Oh... but don't do that, okay? You had me worried." Lindsey smiled against her lips, as he was still trying to stop her from crying.

They remained silent, lying on their sides, staring at each other for the longest time. At last, she snuggled into his chest and he put his arm around her waist, tracing invisible patterns on her lower back.

"You made me fall in love with you tonight, Lindsey."

His heart fluttered hearing those words, as he pulled her even closer if that was actually possible, and kissed her hair, but said nothing. Stevie tilted her chin up and saw his eyes brimming with tears.

"I... I didn't think I would hear you say that ever again, that you're in love with me."

"You're wonderful to me, Linds, most importantly to my daughters. I read an entry in one of my journals today, I wished that we would get married and have kids together. I can't be sure what happened from then up to now, and I probably can't give you children anymore, but I want you in my life, Lindsey. I think I can safely say that I still want you in my life. I've known you for, what, two three weeks? But I've never been happier than I am with you."

"I want to be in your life, too."

"Then I hope you packed for more than just tonight." She pressed a sweet lingering kiss on his lips and then pulled back, smiling, and cuddled up to him again, sleep catching them both shortly after.