A Deceiving Passion

Truth

~ 1981 ~

Earlier that year, Stevie had finished her first solo album alongside Tom Petty and Jimmy Iovine and she did a very short tour in order to accommodate Fleetwood Mac who were beginning a new album at Lindsey's command, although due to the crazy scheduling and for whatever reason recording in Paris, Stevie handed over her few songs to her husband and then she went home to take care of the kids and ride out the rest of her pregnancy since the year before, 1980, she had found out she was pregnant with their fourth child. 

She didn't want to be in Paris, in a castle without air conditioning while hot flashing though her pregnancy and Lindsey agreed with her that she should be home resting due to other reasons so they had created a system where Sharon and Lindsey could work together on what Stevie and Lori were supposed to do and then come back with the vocals for Lindsey to lay on a track. 

Sharon was much better with the back and fourth and the logistics of a song that she was better for the job while Lori stayed with Stevie and helped her with the kids.

That year, Stevie had totally entrusted her spouse because she just couldn't be bothered with music while being pregnant; it wasn't that she didn't want to, but she hadn't the energy for such things. 

Suddenly, the phone rang and Sharon picked up. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sharon... It's me," Stevie sighed. "Is Lindsey busy? Actually, it doesn't matter if he is or not, can you put him on the phone?"

"Yes," she smirked and then yelled for the man. Returning to her call, "He's walking over."

"What's going on?" Lindsey asked retrieving the phone. 

"Your wife..."

"Oh," he rose a brow and put the phone to his ear. "Hey, baby, how's it going? Why are you up? Isn't it the middle of the night? How are you feeling?" he wondered.

"Well, I'm fine, but I think I'm in labor so I'm gonna have Chris come and watch the kids and Lori's gonna take me to the hospital."

"Oh... Wait, what should I do? Should I come home?" he wondered. "I don't want to miss anything," he suddenly panicked. "Wait... I thought you weren't due till next month..."

"Well, next month is only a week away... I'd love it if you came, I'm just giving you a head's up... Once Chris is here and settled with the other three, we're gonna go. They're obviously still in bed, but you and I both know anything could happen so I'm just letting you know."

"Why are you so calm? I'm freaking out," he exclaimed. "Let me cancel all this shit, I'll be on my way home," he hung up.

On Stevie's side of things, she widened her eyes and sighed. "Well, he's calmer than I thought he would be..."

That evening, Lindsey would make it home since he had a private jet fly him nonstop and he got there within 12 hours; he departed at 10:30 in the morning in Paris only to be home at one in the afternoon pacific time---he was way passed jet lagged but he made it to his wife and luckily he hand't missed a thing other than a few contractions. 

By evening, Rhea would have been born via a cesarean section and as usual, the two were ever so in love with their baby girl, she was their world. 

Suddenly, the phone rang, causing Lindsey to gasp as he awoke from his memory of his wife; one of the most memorable. 

It wasn't that Rhea was a favorite or anything; they loved their children equally, although, Rhea was the most recent and she was the baby and most importantly, she was the one who called them every few hours purely out of boredom since she lived her teenage life in the house with her parents typically. The girl didn't know much other than a couple of friends and mom and dad.