The Dance We Shared

39

February 14, 2010

Lindsey had released against her cervix, it was Valentines Day and they were partaking in normal married couple Valentines Day sex before Lindsey crawled his ass out of bed to get the kids to school.  Lindsey collapsed on top of her and then rolled onto his side of the bed and she looked at him rolling onto her side and latching onto his chest. 

"Lindsey, I have something I want to tell you." Stevie sighs.

"Hmm, what is it that you want to tell me?" 

"Well you see, Dave suggested that maybe, we could record the making of the album. You know how Tom did with the Traveling Wilbury's and film the whole thing the recording process the writing process. Everything." Stevie explains. 

"And what about our children?" Lindsey asks.

"Well you guys could go and stay in the Brentwood house, it's not that far and I would call you guys every single night," Stevie explains. 

"Why, why do you want to film it." Lindsey looks at her crawling out of the bed and going to the closet to gather his clothing for the day. 

"When I die, because face it Lindsey i'm sixty one. When I die, I don't know how old our kids are going to be. I don't know if we're going to have grandkids at that point or not, but in the event that our kids are still really young, they can have this to remember me by. Or if we don't have grandkids when I die, they'll have this to see what Grandma was like. And we filmed Destiny Rules, so I don't see why I can't film my own documentary." Stevie explains as Lindsey walks into the bathroom leaving the door open. 

She cascades out of bed and throws her red silk robe over her shoulders and follows him into the bathroom, where he's brushing the teeth and he had turned the water on to get in the shower.

"I just don't think it's fair that we have to go to Brentwood, you could go do Brentwood, there's no sense in me packing the kids up," Lindsey explains after he spits. 

"But we've already started recording here Lindsey, I'm comfortable, Dave is Comfortable, Waddy, The girls." Stevie states

"Steph, it just doesn't seem fair." Lindsey shakes his head.

"Lindsey, please. Just do this for me, this one thing for me." Stevie begs grabbing onto his biceps.

"I'm not going to be the one that tells the kids, that's on you." He points to their bedroom door and steps in the shower. Stevie pouts but makes her way into the kids' rooms anyway. 

***

March 19, 2010

Stevie was pacing back and forth almost as if she was wearing a trench on the wooden floor one arm crossed under her breasts her other hand up by her mouth where she's nibbling on her thumbnail. 

"I just...Dave, I don't like this." She shakes her head referring to Soldiers Angel. Her little passion project was going to Walter Reed and seeing the soldiers. 

"Well we've done it eight million different ways, I don't know what else to do. I've tried it, Waddy's tried it, Mike Campbell's tried it. Who else do you want to try it, Glen Parrish?" 

"Stevie, I usually work really well with a particular guitarist." Waddy jumps in. 

It takes Stevie a moment and her eyes go wide before she rushes over to the phone on the end table. She dials the number quickly. 

"Hello," 

"Lindsey...Honey." Stevie smiles into the phone.

"Hey, Angel aren't you recording right now?" He asks.

"I need your help," Stevie states bluntly. 

"With what?" Lindsey inquires.

"I need you to put a guitar part on a song." Stevie gnaws on her lip. 

"Sure. I can come once I pick the kids up from school. Do you want the three of us to stay with you while we're doing this?" Lindsey asks.

"Well, you can't leave them alone. We just have to make sure that they aren't on camera or anything." Lindsey shrugs.

"Unless they want to be," Stevie adds.

"Yeah, unless they want to be." He nods. 

"Thank you so much, I love you." Stevie beams.

"I love you too, I'll see you later." 

When the phone hangs up Stevie just looks at Waddy and smiles. 

"Do you miss Lindsey?" Lori asks out of the blue.

"Well, I miss my kids mostly, but I do miss him, we got into a fight the morning he moved the kids out to Brentwood because he didn't like the fact that we were filming here and he thought that I should've moved production of this record to Brentwood, but we really don't have the equipment in Brentwood and I didn't feel like moving everything. He didn't even kiss me goodbye before he and the kids left and I do call them every day and he says he loves me before we hang up but it...it doesn't feel the same." Stevie plays with the hem of her blouse.

"Well I'm sure you two will make it right tonight," Lori smirks.

"Lorretta!" Stevie scolds. 

"I'm just saying." Lori laughs.

***

When Lindsey arrives with the kids, Stevie pulls her babies into her arms, and then once they've had enough of her she shoos them to their rooms, warning them that they are filming but they still have free reign over everything and then she finally turns to Lindsey and she walks close to him throwing her arms around his neck. 

"Hi." She whispers for only him to hear.

"Hey." He smiles his hands clasped at her tailbone. 

"I love you. Thank you for coming." She kisses him sweetly.

"I love you too. Now, let's go listen to some music." Lindsey kisses her hair. 

That night after dinner, they wouldn't be recording until the following day, they were sitting around the livingroom just talking. 

"I would hold my hand up by my ear it was just the blood rushing but I really thought it was soldiers marching into battle." Stevie finishes her little story.

"Alright well I think i'm going to head home...be back tomorrow at eleven o'clock." Dave stands up and hugs Stevie kissing her cheek.