The Dance We Shared

19

June 26, 1998

Stevie was just sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery, with Seth admiring his sweet little face. They had done the nursery-Lindsey did it while Stevie was on tour-gender neutral because they hadn't found out the gender, the walls were a minty-green-gray, There was a light brown wooden crib with a gray blanket that Stevie crocheted hung over the side of it, The rocking chair she was sitting on was also a light wood and it had a grey cushion on it. There was a light wooden dresser with a whole bunch of blankets in it and the changing table was identical to the crib right down to the changing pad which was gray matching the crib sheets on the mattress. 

Lindsey leaned against the door and Stevie smiled at him as he pressed in further.

"He was due today Lindsey." 

"And it's thunder storming out." Lindsey pouts.

'I know maybe it's a good thing he came eight days early. Huh?" Stevie asks nuzzling his little nose as he was sleeping peacefully wrapped in a little navy blue blanket with yellow stars on it.

"Anyway, my mom is planning to drive down tomorrow now instead of today because of the storm," Lindsey explains.

"Oh, that's alright. I'll just put the roast I was going to cook in the fridge and we can eat leftover Lasagna for dinner.

"Yeah, your mother really loaded us up." Lindsey states.

"Your mom probably will too...I'm so tired Lindsey." She sighs.

"Well, he's sleeping so why don't you sleep too. I'm actually thinking about it myself." Lindsey nods.

"Would we be horrible parents if we did that?" 

"We'll be fine. There's nothing for him to suffocate on in his cradle in our room, he can't move because it looks like you have him so swaddled it's stupid." Lindsey explains holding his hand out.

She just smiles and hoists herself up with her right hand and then she takes his hand in hers and they head to their bedroom for a little nap. 

***

That night as they were eating lukewarm lasagna because Stevie was never good at 're-heating' things, Lindsey cleared his throat.

"What do you say about doing a new Mac album," Lindsey asks.

"Christine's body isn't even cold yet," Stevie states sipping her lemon water.

It was unfortunate to say the least, the night that Stevie announced her pregnancy and the night they lost the Grammy, Christine announced that she was retiring. She was moving back to England and she was opening a bed and breakfast. The bed and Breakfast bit, Stevie really didn't understand but it was what she wanted to do and though it was horribly sad they were all supporting her decision. 

"I know, but if we start talking about it now, by the time that we have everything figured out, she will be cold," Lindsey explains.

"What do you mean?" Stevie asks hearing the baby cry "Hold that thought." 

She goes into the living room and peers in the little Moses basket and smiles and her blue denim eyed boy and she scoops him up in her arms. She changes his diaper and then carries him back into the kitchen so she can hold him. She and Lindsey literally hold him all the time, unless he's sleeping. It's probably not a good idea, but Stevie has had no need to put him down yet so she hasn't. 

"Alright what do you mean?" 

"So your tour won't be done until the middle of October and then it's the holidays. We don't know what 1999 holds for us, but if we start talking about it and putting feelers out, maybe it's a good way to start the Millenium." Lindsey shrugs. 

"It is something to think about, but what I'm more focused on right now is what's going to happen in August.

"What do you mean what's going to happen in August?" Lindsey asks.

"There is no doubt in my mind that Seth is coming with me, but will you be joining us?" Stevie asks.

"Well someone has to take care of him while you're on stage." Lindsey laughs.

"Really, you'll come with me!' She cheers.

"I have nothing better to do." Lindsey nods.

"Oh thank you so much." She stands up with the baby in her arms, and makes her way around the table before sitting on his lap and hugging him around the neck with her free arm. 

***

August 19, 1998

Flying with a two-month-old baby was interesting. First, she had to get medical release forms for herself and Seth and then she charter the plane and she had to make sure that she had everything she was going to possibly need, his little cradle to sleep in, a baby swing, his stroller, his car seat and carrier, and enough Diapers to fat least get her to each city. So many little outfits, and his bottles and enough formula to last them his bottle warmer and it was just a lot of stuff, but she was lucky that she had Lindsey with her.

She was nervous going on stage as she still hadn't really lost the baby weight, but compared to when she stepped off stage two months prior she was smaller. She was sitting there in her dressing room, on the couch. Her baby was wide awake and wiggly on her lap. He was wearing a little short sleeve navy blue romper with a light blue whale on the front 

"Hello, Hello...what are you doing...What are you doing?" She asks in her high-pitched baby voice, tickling his little stomach causing him to emit a deliciously cute giggle and squeal. 

"You're so handsome, you're so handsome. Yes, you are, I love you so much." She replies to his giggle by bending down and blowing a raspberry on his cheek.

"Alright young lady, we've gotta go." One of her stage managers says.

She just sighs and stands up kissing her son and then clutching him to his chest and then she hands him over to Lindsey. As she's walking to the stage she turns around and her heart sores, she had a new drive to make this last leg the best it could possibly be.