Heartbroken

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"This next song..." Stevie began, looking over the sea of people in front of her. "It wasn't on the list when we started this tour, but my show feels wrong without it. It was written in 1973 in Aspen, Colorado. The song is about making choices. Recently I've been faced with so many decisions, some of them harder than the others and every time I would find myself humming it to myself. Somehow it always makes me choose the right thing. This song is also my Dad's favorite, but tonight I would like to dedicate it to an equally special, very dear person to me. You've known me since high school, you've seen me at my best and been there at my worst, we've fought, we've lost and found each other again. You've always loved me and you've always been the one I've loved too. I'm so thankful to have you in my life, I'm so thankful for our beautiful children, I'm so thankful for you always believing and encouraging me. I love you and this is for you, Lindsey. This is Landslide." She looked over to her left, where he was standing, smiling at her. Stevie very rarely if ever shared personal things with others, especially like this on stage in front of thousands of strangers, he knew this wasn't easy for her.

After she took a bow with the band, Stevie made her way to the side of the stage, where Lindsey was waiting, holding out his hand to help her get to the dressing room. "Thank you, what you said was beautiful."

"I meant every word." Stevie was hoping he wouldn't realize they were still holding hands, afraid he might pull away. She stumbled a little and Lindsey instantly wrapped his arm around her back. "Ow!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine. My feet are killing me."

"For what Karen gets paid, she could give you feet massages after every show."

"I heard that!" The two laughed as Karen hurried ahead to open the door. "You're living with her, you should do it."

"Jesus, I'll take care of my own feet." Stevie shook her head at Lindsey and Karen always finding things to bicker about. She sat down and unzipped her boots, tossing them aside. "Ahh, heaven!"

Lindsey sat on the coffee table, lifting her right leg onto his lap. "How does this feel?"

"Incredible, but you don't... oh, fuck!" Stevie gasped, closing her eyes. "Ahh, God..."

"It's sounds like you're having an orgasm." Karen said, gathering things from the dressing room. 

"You know, I think I just might."

"Why do you still were these boots if they're such a pain?" Lindsey asked, now rubbing her other foot. 

"I'm used to performing with them, I wouldn't know how not to. And actually, when I'm on stage, it's fine, maybe I get such a high from the show that I forget about being uncomfortable."

Another half an hour passed and Karen informed them that the car is waiting and they can leave the arena to be taken to the hotel. Things were still quite awkward the majority of time, but they were also as good as they could be at the moment. Stevie had already performed two shows by herself, leaving four more. She hadn't heard from Don, she at least expected an apology from him for pulling out of the tour or for the night before, but nothing. She didn't dwell on it, concentrating on fixing her relationship with Lindsey once again.

"I was thinking..." Lindsey looked from the car window to Stevie, as they were on the way to the hotel. "I won't book a separate room tonight if that's alright."

"You mean, you're going to stay with me?"

"Again if that's okay?"

"Lindsey, of course! You shouldn't even be asking me that." She smiled, taking his hand in hers. That's how they remained the rest of the ride.

Later the same night, Stevie was in the bathroom, working the face cream into her skin after showering. She couldn't stop thinking just how quickly this huge change occurred. One day Lindsey hardly looks at her and the next he wants them to stay together in the same room again. She couldn't have been happier of course. 

Lindsey was already in bed, just laying in it. He turned to face her as Stevie came out of the bathroom, smiling at her just slightly. "I've always thought you were the most beautiful looking like this, natural."

"Oh stop..." She blushed, getting under the covers, wanting to snuggle up against him, but she wasn't that bold. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What changed, Linds? I know we're not back to how we were, but this is a big step. You seemed so... so upset, so devastated and you wanted nothing to do with me a couple of days ago, but here we are now."

"You're right we're not back to that, but I still love you more than life itself and I can't seem to stay away from you."

"Is that so?" She couldn't help but grin. 

"Come here, I know you want to." Lindsey opened his arms for her to cuddle up. 

"I'm so happy right now." 

"You let me in again after everything I've done, it's only fair if I do the same." He said, stroking her hair. 

"Can I... maybe, you know... kiss you?" Stevie asked, lifting her head off his chest.

"I think it wouldn't do much harm."

She got closer, pressing their lips together for a short moment, knowing that it was too soon for anything more. "I was wondering, what would you say if we finished the remaining shows together?"

"You and I?"

"Do you see someone else in this room?"

"You really want that?"

"Yeah, I do. It would be like going back to Buckingham Nicks."

"Shouldn't it be Buckingham Buckingham now? Or The Buckinghams?"

"The Buckinghams sounds like a group of at least ten people, performing nothing but country!"

Lindsey thought for a second. "Buckingham Nicks it is."

She sighed happily, sneaking another kiss. "I love you."

"And I love you." He tapped the tip of her nose, as she got comfortable in his embrace and soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep.