Broken Promises

Part 26

Stevie had been awake for a while. She knew that Lindsey most likely sensed that she was no longer sleeping, but she wanted to enjoy the moment a bit longer. He hadn't held her like that for far too long and she could pretend that nothing between them had gone so terribly wrong.

"Good morning." Lindsey was the first one to break the silence.

"Good morning." Stevie echoed and placed her hand over his, which had gravitated towards her bump. "No wonder I slept so well." He smiled, lifting his head off the pillow he pressed a small kiss to her shoulder. "When did you sneak in?"

"About an hour after we said, goodnight." Lindsey replied, cuddling up to her a tad closer. "It just... it didn't feel quite right to be separated from you."

"I had to have just fallen asleep." Stevie said, turning around to face him. "I kept tossing an turning, when I got into bed. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure if I should..." She shrugged, casting her eyes down she focused on his chest. "If I could go to you."

"I wouldn't have pushed you away." He shook his head, bringing his hand up to brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. "I'm glad, I was brave enough to come to you. I've missed this a lot."

"So have I, Linds." Stevie sighed, nodding her head. "This bed is way to big for little old me."

"Will you stop calling yourself old?" Lindsey rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "You're not old. You're as beautiful as you were the first time I saw you. Whatever year that was."

"Ages ago." Stevie laughed lightly, reaching for his hand to entwine their fingers together. "You did tell me, you had never seen a more beautiful girl in your life."

"That's right, I did." Lindsey gave a nod, feeling quite proud. "It remains true to this day."

"I though, you were full of shit." She chuckled, seeing his shocked expression. "But you were gorgeous, so it didn't really matter, what came out of your mouth." She shrugged and ran a finger down the middle of his chest. She looked up and saw he had turned serious, tense even. "What?" She asked uneasily.

"You do realized that we haven't had sex since that first time you came to visit me on the tour?" Lindsey raised an eyebrow. "It's been too long. The slightest touch of your hand... well, it's working." He added, somewhat embarrassed.

"Oh? Is it?" With false innocence in her eyes, she allowed her hand to trail lower, slowly, their eyes locked. Her fingertips brushed along the waistband of his boxers and he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "It has been way too long..." She said, their faces now much closer. 

His eyes snapped open, looking for something in hers for a moment. He'd missed her, he loved her, he wanted her. Their lips locked, they lingered slightly, before he opened his mouth and captured her bottom lip in between his. One of his hands cupped her cheek, her arm draped over his middle as their kiss deepened. Slowly, lazily even their lips moved, relearning each other in away as their hands began to wander. He gripped her thigh and lifted it over his leg, pulling her closer-

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Lindsey exclaimed in frustration.

"Can you let it ring?" Stevie asked hopefully, desperation evident in her voice.

Pulling away, he checked, who was calling and shook his head, sighing heavily. "What? Now's not a good time."

"I'm sorry to be calling you this early, but uh... Have you read the news?"

Lindsey frowned and sat up in bed. "What news? Tom, what are you talking about?"

"My phone's been ringing off the hook. A lot of people want to get in touch with you." 

"What's going on?" Lindsey leaned forward, running a hand through his hair, pretty sure, he already knew. 

"They all want a comment from you, regarding your wife's affair with Don motherfucking Henley."