I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

II.

As the married couple ate their dinner, Stevie was on the quiet side as she picked at her food and drank her wine, listening to her husband speak on about his job.

Robert was a contractor; very different from her career and although sometimes it could be interesting, sometimes she could zone out and because her other man had her brain occupied, she wasn't really listening to her husband.

"So, what do you think?" he ran a hand up the side of her thigh, sliding his fingertips to her waist.

"Hm?" she looked down, acknowledging his touch, but she settled her hand over his. "I'm not quite in the mood, honey..." she picked up her glass and guzzled down her wine.

"No... Well, what's on your mind?" he moved his hand from her thigh to her knee, being more understanding.

"I'm just tired... You know, I've been in and out since the making of this record, pulled all nighters with the girls to hash out these songs and for whatever reason I'm still not exactly happy with them... I've been thinking about Shannon and her boyfriend, I hope she's okay... I'm doing the mom thing and I can't make my brain stop..."

"Hey, I understand," he smirked, reaching to place his hand to her neck, rubbing her shoulder. "And I've heard the album, it's really good... What are you talking about?"

"It's good, but it's not great..." she sighed, taking another drink. "Bella Donna was great, Wild Heart was great... Rock a Little was at the peak of my coke addiction and even though I love that album, there are things I would change... And I've hit this point of no return when working The Other Side of the Mirror... When I worked with Fleetwood Mac, I was pumping songs out left and right. In Betty Ford, I still pumped them out, and now..." she shook her head. "I'm just annoyed with myself."

"You are Stevie Fucking Nicks, babe. Your fans love you, every year you get new fans and they get younger and younger. You're an amazing writer and last year was hard. Don't beat yourself up," he assured.

She sighed. "Maybe I am being hard on myself, Lindsey told me the same thing."

"It's true..." he shrugged. "How is Lindsey?" he wondered.

Suddenly, she got nervous. "Fine," she muttered. "He's seeing somebody..."

"Ah, good for him," he pursed his lips as he went back to eating his dinner. "I'm surprised you're not more excited to be working with him."

"Is there a reason you'd think that?" she wondered.

"Steph, come on... You guys dated in high school and were in a big band till you weren't... Ever since your solo, you reference Lindsey when talking to Waddy... Because of the struggles last year, you called him to help you for a reason, I assume. You always say he's a musical genius..."

"He is," she agreed wholeheartedly, dabbing the corner of her mouth with her napkin. "Thank you for dinner, baby, I'm gonna head upstairs. You can leave the dishes, I'll do 'em in the morning..."

"Relax, honey, I'll take care of it. Go get settled, I'll meet you upstairs."

"Okay," she nodded and she obeyed, stumbling lightly as she made it up the staircase, a bit buzzed as she did so.

Before heading to bed, she went to check on her son in order to say goodnight, though he had fallen asleep with his book on his chest.

She smirked and she walked in, taking the book from him gently before covering him with the comforter of his bed.

Soon after, she made her way to her room and she sighed as she started taking her clothes off in order to shower. She clipped her hair up on top of her head, washed her face and then went ahead and took a rinse off.