The Dance We Shared

25

June 18, 1999

Stevie was sitting at the island eating her cake watching most of their family outside in the pool with now one-year-old Seth.

"What's the matter?" Barbara asks sitting next to her.

"This sucks," Stevie answers liking the cake off her spoon. 

"What sucks?" Barbara inquires.

"I'm 28 weeks pregnant which is exciting and fine, I'm thrilled but I hate it all the same because I'm fifty-one and I'm high risk and I'm on partial bed-rest so I can't be out in the pool with him and Lindsey celebrating his birthday and I want to be so badly," Stevie explains.

"Teedee, you got to watch him open his presents, you got to watch him eat his cake for the first time. You got to experience his first birthday, now they're just playing in the pool. You watch them play in the pool all of the time." Barbara shrugs.

"I know, I watch them from this spot all of the time, but I don't know something just feels odd about not being out there with them." Stevie rubs her stomach.

"Do you know what you're having?" Barbara questions.

"No, because we didn't find out with Seth." She shakes her head.

"What do you think it is?" Barbar inquires.

"Well, I don't know. There are some days when I wake up in the morning, and I think it's a girl. Then there are other days I wake up and I think it's a little boy. But I really want a Little Girl." Stevie sighs.

"Well let's just hope you get your little girl huh?" Barbara questions as Lindsey climbs out of the pool with their naked baby. When they get in the house Lindsey places the naked baby on Stevie's lap.

"He was asking for you." Lindsey states.

"And he's naked. Why do you insist on having him naked in the pool?" Stevie asks.

"Freedom baby...you wouldn't understand," Lindsey smirks kissing her temple.

***

July 4, 1999

One-year-old Seth was playing with building blocks on the floor as Stevie, Lindsey, and the rest of Fleetwood Mac, minus Christine. were sitting around Lindsey and Stevie's living room Stevie was drinking lemonade the men were drinking alcoholic beverages when Lindsey cleared his throat.

"So Warner Brothers and I have been talking and they really want us to go in for another studio album." Lindsey sighs.

"They told me too, but I fielded them." Mick sighs.

"Why did you field them?" Stevie asks.

"Because you're pregnant and I don't know if we want to do this without Christine." Mick shrugs.

"I think we're going to have to." John sighs. 

"But when?" Mick inquires.

"I'm recording for my solo album next year. I was going to do it this year, but I'm on Bed Rest so I had to push it a year. And I will be touring, I have no idea when but I will be touring. So let's just...Let's just say the end of 2001 beginning of 2002. That's when I'll be able to come into the studio." Stevie explains.

"We could go in earlier though...Beginning of 2001 we'll work on my tracks until we can't anymore and then when Stevie gets there, we could focus on her stuff get it perfected, and then get her vocals on my stuff." Lindsey explains.

"Well first we have to talk to the label and figure out everything but I think we've got a plan." Lindsey smiles.

"Alright, now someone needs to fix my baby's diaper, he's saggy." Stevie points to the little boy who was walking like a cowboy between his toys.

"I guess that's me huh?" Lindsey asks.

"It doesn't have to be." Stevie states.

"I've already done my fair share of diapers." John shakes his head. 

"And since Lynn and I trying I might have to do some soon, so I'd like to enjoy my vacation while I can." Mick falls back into the couch. 

"You and Lynn are trying?" Stevie asks.

"We are. We've been married for about four years so we thought we might as well." Mick shrugs.

"Well, I wish you good luck." Stevie smiles.

"I hope we are blessed with the luck that you and Lindsey have been given." Mick smiles as Stevie rubs her stomach in circles.

***

That night, Lindsey and Stevie were crawling into bed and Lindsey sighed. "I can't believe we're actually doing it." 

"You were the one that brought it up today." Stevie sighs cuddling up into him.

"I brought it up because all of Fleetwood Mac was at our house for the fourth of July and Warner is on my ass. They want me to do my solo and then they want me to do Fleetwood Mac and I'm being pulled in eight million directions. And I just thought it would be a good time to bring it up. If I can give the label some dates maybe they'll get off of my back." Lindsey sighs.

"Well, I have to write new songs for this. I can't re-record Fleetwood Mac Songs." Stevie shakes her head.

"I had no doubt that you would. I have so many set aside right now that most of my part is done I just have to record it and put it to music." Lindsey shrugs.

"I guess I'm going to have to start writing then shouldn't I?" She asks.

"Mmm, not tonight. Are you up for it?" Lindsey inquires.

"Up for what?" Stevie asks.

"You know?" He smirks.

"Oh I know, and maybe...let me see what you can do," Stevie smirks as Lindsey laughs and starts kissing down her neck to her breasts and down to her apex.

As they were making love, Lindsey's hand found her bump and they both caressed it as they climaxed. 

***

When they woke up in the morning, Lindsey turns to her. "Did you think Seth was going to come early?" 

"No, I just wanted to nest. I wanted to be home and I wanted to make sure his nursery was perfect and my bag was packed and I was comfortable and ready to go to the hospital. I wanted to be prepared.  And when I got on the plane and realized that I was having contractions I started to panic because I wasn't ready, and I thought it was too early for him to come." Stevie explains.

"What do you think about this one?" 

"Just because our first was early, I'm thinking that this one is going to be also. It's just a theory though they might also come late." She sighs.