June
"Stop." She warned, pushing his hand off her hip as soon as they stepped off stage.
They had just finished their final show of the tour and when great things come to an end, they deserve celebrating, which is exactly what was happening behind the scenes.
There were people crowed around everywhere, many of whom were cradling wine glasses and discussing another successful leg of their world tour.
It was so much chaos, Stevie just wanted to slip away and disappear into her dressing room.
With a soft chuckle, Lindsey shook his head lightly. "You were incredible tonight." He said in a low tone, which caused her heart to flutter lightly.
Looking into his deep blue storms, she shook her head. "Enough..." she whispered, cocking her head towards the room full of people.
That wasn't the time, or the place... not for that.
"I-" he was getting ready to defend himself by telling her that compliments were innocent, but that raspy voice filled his ears and caused him to turn away.
"Congratulations!" Her hand fell on his shoulder, a soft smile trailing across her face as her eyes melted into Stevie's big brown orbs.
"There she is." Lindsey wrapped his arm around Becks, giving her a big hug right away.
"Hi, Linds." Her head fell on his shoulder as she held out a hand for her mother to take. "I've missed you both." She slipped out of his grasp and right into the older woman's arms.
"I've missed you, kiddo." He probably could have said we've missed you, but that would have made it seem like they were a duo and they definitely weren't that.
"It's so good to have you here." Stevie assured as she slowly pulled away, but only to stare at her daughters face.
She looked so much like her dad.
"The road's been boring without you." Lindsey had one hand in his pants pocket, leaning back against the wall casually.
She let out a soft laugh, nodding her head in agreement. "Life has been pretty boring at home, as well." She admitted, which caused her mother to frown softly.
Becks had spent years on the road- taking turns between tours with her father and her mother, helping with sound and lighting. But by the time she turned thirty- one, and her son was ready for preschool, she figured it was time to settle down... A normal life for once would do her some good.
"It's awful trying to figure out what to cook every night for dinner..." she teased, causing a laugh to escape the older man immediately.
"Lindsey!" With a juice box in hand, Silas rushed through the crowd of people with Karen in tow.
"Hey, buddy." Lindsey knelt down with a big smile across his face. "Who let you get so tall?" He teased, picking the four year old up off the ground after a quick fist bump.
"It's because mommy makes me eat vegetables." He creased a brow, a look of disgust written across his face.
"What about me?" Stevie's hand met his back, tickling him softly in order for deep laughs to fill the air. "Huh?" She grinned, watching him toss his head back with laughter.
"Hi, grandma." He stayed in Lindsey's arms, but he wrapped an arm around her shoulders to hug her.
Stevie's brown eyes traveled from her grandsons, towards Lindsey for just a brief moment.
Sometimes she really liked him...
"I heard there's cake..." Lindsey lingered.
"Cake?!" Silas' eyes lit up, looking down at Stevie and then, towards his mom for approval.
Becks giggled, shaking her head playfully. "Go, ahead." She shrugged, waving softly. "He's talked about Lindsey all day." She announced once it was just the two women.
Stevie's smile slowly faded as she watched from a distance, Lindsey try to cut a piece of the chocolate cake. "I need to touch up my make up."
"I'll go." Becks slipped her arm in between hers moms, trailing next to her as they headed down the hallway. "Looks like the two of you have been getting along pretty well...?" It was kind of a question, but also sort of an observation.
Pushing open the door at the end on the far right, the blonde allowed the burnette to head into the room first. "It's been alright." She wouldn't say they were necessarily happy to be in one another's presence, but her relationship with Lindsey had definitely been in a worse condition.
"Well..." she didn't always know how to respond to that.
It was awkward, because she really adored them both and picking a side was never easy, even though it should have been. It should have been clear as Stevie's daughter.
"You haven't even showed me the ring..." Becks changed the topic, motioning towards Stevie's left hand, silently asking her to show off the piece of jewelry she'd been gifted a few weeks earlier.
Half heartedly, the older woman reached out, both of them eyeing the diamond ring. "It's-"
"It's stunning, mom." She cut her off, almost certain that's not what she was getting ready to say.
Stevie paused for a second, biting down on her lower lip. "It's different." When she said that, she meant it was an adjustment... Getting married at 67 wasn't the most traditional thing in the world.
