April 13, 1993
Stevie was staring at her MRI at the kitchen table when Lindsey walked into the house. The girls were on Spring Break and they were both at their friends houses so Stevie was home alone.
"Hey, what's that?" He asks looking over her shoulder.
"I had to call my plastic surgeon." She states.
"Oh?" He questions.
"This right here, is my breast implant from fourteen years ago." Stevie points out.
"That looks like sludge."
"That's because it is...my silicone implants broke and that's what's causing me to be so sick. The Silicone is leaking into my body so I had to call my surgeon and I'm scheduled to get them removed on May 3rd." She looks at him.
"You don't seem to be too happy about it." He shakes his head.
"He told me that my breasts could sag really bad, granted I only went from an A to a C, but still...My scars are going to get worse..."
"You're scars aren't even that bad." Lindsey shrugs biting into an apple from the fruit bowl.
"But Lindsey, they're going to cut my scars open again, and it's going to re-scar so it's going to be more noticeable..."
"Stevie, I love you...I don't love your body...I mean it's nice and sinful and I love it, but. I don't love you for your body. I don't care if you have big huge tits or tiny ones. It's going to be okay. And I'll take the day off. I have time anyway so you're not going to be alone." He tells her.
"Thank You." She sniffles.
"Hey, I love you." He grabs her face and kisses her. He was back to most of his full usefulness of his arm. The sling was gone and he had full mobility but he still felt weak and he was doing physical therapy once a week to work it out.
"I love too." She sniffles.
"Alright, so we have the house to ourselves...and if you're feeling up for it..." He goes behind her and wraps his arms around his grabbing at her breasts. "Let's enjoy them while we still have them."
"You're awful."
"But you love me."
"I do love you."
"Okay, so let's go have a quicky...in the shower because I feel like I need a shower and then we can go out to dinner alright?"
"Okay." Stevie shrugs standing up and leads him upstairs.
"Wait really...we haven't had sex in so long."
"Like you said, we might as well enjoy them while we have them." She sighs.
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April 24th, 1993
Lindsey released against Stevie's cervix-they were having a morning hookup-just in time for loud rushed knocks to be heard at the master bedroom door.
Stevie threw her head back and laughed as Lindsey groaned. He finished releasing and pulled out, allowing Stevie to fix the blankets so she was covered, as her side of the bed was closest to the door and whoever was knocking would definitely be able to see her. He threw his pajama pants on and quickly opened the door.
"Stella, what do you want?" Lindsey asks.
"Huck Finn."
"What?" He asks.
"The Movies has the Adventures of Huck Finn and I want to go watch it please...it's family day and we always do something as a family on Saturday please." She begs.
"You're knocking on our door at...nine-thirty to ask us to go see a movie tonight?" He asks.
"I want breakfast too...but I wanted to approach you first because Emily's probably going to want to do something else and you always choose her option." Stella pouts.
"That's because she's in High School and we'll have a better chance at her cooperating if we go with what she wants to do...but if you really want to we can go see Huck Finn, this afternoon...Stevie and I will be down for breakfast in like ten minutes." Lindsey rolls his eyes.
"Fine." She groans walking away from the bedroom and down the hall back to her bedroom. Lindsey just shuts the door and turns to Stevie.
"And you want another one."
Stevie shuts down at that comment though and she throws the blankets off of her before heading to the closet.
"Stevie come on...are we seriously going to fight about this?" Lindsey asks.
"I want a baby Lindsey. I'm sorry that I do, but I do."
"Well Stevie, you just might have to find someone else to do that with because I don't want another one. The two we have are hard enough." Lindsey states.
"Really Lindsey...I have to go find someone else to do that with?" She growls.
"Steph, I don't want another child."
"You don't seem to care about using protection then." Stevie rolls her eyes.
"I hate condoms they're not even that effective...that's how I got Emily." He explains.
"Oh Lindsey really." Stevie growls.
"I'm serious. Carol was nineteen. I was twenty-nine. We hooked up she was in college. I wore a Condom yet I was getting a call two months later saying that she was pregnant. We didn't get married until Emily was three and then Stella was our honeymoon baby. She had a hard pregnancy with Stella, because that's when she was diagnosed with her heart thing and she ended up having a C-Section, and her tubes tied all in one go so we didn't have to worry about her heart potentially giving out while she was pregnant. I don't want another baby."
"I'm not Carol...you don't have to worry about my heart." Stevie rolls her eyes.
"But you're 44." He states.
"Yeah I'm 44...my chances of having a baby are becoming slimmer as we speak. Lindsey I want to have a baby. My own baby...I love Emily and Stella like my own, but I didn't give birth to them. I want to experience that. I want to experience growing a new life." Stevie explains.
"I'm sorry Stevie it's not going to happen. I've already lost one love of my life, I don't want to do it again and there are going to be so many risks. " Lindsey growls.
"Just go away...I don't want you near me right now and I don't want you with me on the third....And just because you've had one bad experience, doesn't mean it's going to happen gain." She scowls slamming the closet door on his face and angrily digging through her clothes to find an outfit for the day.
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Settling Down
FanfictionLindsey Buckingham is a single father to juggle his two girls and his promising career as a cop. His life is turned upside down p, when he moves in across the street from a world-famous rockstar.
