I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

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Pacing around her one bedroom apartment that usually serviced as not only a studio but a sanctuary for when she needed some creativity for songs, and like the present, a place for time away from her husband, Stevie only thought about calling Lindsey.

Sure she was absolutely pissed and appalled that after he had begged and pleaded that he was not seeing anybody, that the younger gal she had known him to be seeing would walk through the door that morning.

She had snapped a little harder than she would have normally, but she was going through a lot of stress and she didn't want to leave things as ugly as they had in 1987 when Fleetwood Mac had initially broke up when he quit the band.

Smoking a cigarette from a pack of her own, the songstress tried to fight the urge to call him; of course she wanted to speak to him but she didn't exactly want to give him the benefit of the doubt when he needed to be the one to reach out to her first.

She also knew she was wrong to lie to her husband but she really was trying to mend things with her husband and she felt by picking a fight with their daughter, that it would jeopardize Shannon's forgiveness toward her, not that she had exactly forgave her or anything, but it was something she was working towards.

Blowing smoke out of her mouth, she went ahead and picked up the house phone to her studio and she dialed the number she knew by heart and she walked back and forth to prevent her heart from beating as fast as it was. 

It rang and rang.

There was no answer, but she continued to wait for him to pick up; she knew he had to be home if he was as torn up about the situation like he appeared to be.

As though on cue, at around midnight that morning, there was a knock on the door of her apartment. 

Looking up at the door, she hung up the phone and she started making her way over; only so many people had the address to her apartment and she knew it couldn't be Sharon or Lori.

Sticking her cigarette into the ashtray by the door, the woman turned the bolt lock and opened the door, her stomach nearly dropping as she took in the man. 

"Robert, what are you doing here?" she wondered, ever so glad that Lindsey hadn't answered the phone. 

"I couldn't sleep after the argument we had..." he assured, settling his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. "Maybe I shouldn't have called you difficult..."

"Bad move," she pumped her brow. "The word you were looking for was persistent, not difficult," she rolled her eyes as she spun around to reenter her living room. 

He smirked and he closed the door behind him after entering fully. 

"The kids were asleep?" she wondered.

"Yeah, but Jeffrey heard I was leaving; he heard the tiff we got into and said I should talk to you..."

"Forever the peacemaker in this family," she shook her head with a smirk. "Listen, I appreciate you admitting you were wrong, but I did come here to work... and think," she plopped onto the couch, shutting her journal instantly.

"And I think that is a big reason as to why we argue so much sometimes..." he took a seat next to her. "You've been working constantly. This always happens when you spend your time in the studio."

"I haven't been in the studio since The Other Side of the Mirror... I handed over a couple demos for Timespace, so you can't say I haven't been home. It's been since Jeff has been gone that I've been working. Call it depression, call it stress, I don't care. But don't blame me for working..."

"I'm not blaming you, Stevie..."

"That's what it sounds like... Just like earlier with Shannon."

"Okay, look..." he kept from rolling his eyes. "I came to apologize, not to fight. I thought maybe we could talk, but it's clear you don't want to."