Stevie's secret (Mature)

Part 6: A step further

Waking up to her alarm, Isabelle, slowly rolled out of bed. It was getting harder as she got closer to her due date, immediately wanting to know if her plan to get her father in the same bed with her mother worked. As she saw Lindsey spread out on the couch, she sighed, obviously he was more stubborn than she thought - or from what her mother told her.

Turning on the coffee maker, she began to make a pot of coffee and eat some breakfast, all the while staring over at her father still in a deep slumber. She wondered what he was dreaming of as he had a slight smile spread across his lips, hoping that it was of her mother, but maybe she was taking this a tad TOO seriously. Maybe they weren't ever going to get back together but she still held on to that hope.

Smelling the coffee, Lindsey opened his eyes and stretched, sitting up on the couch as he heard Isabelle moving things around in the kitchen.

"Is that you, Bella?" he already had a pet name for her.

"Yeah, it's me, dad," loving how she was really able to call her real father, dad.

He got up from the couch, rubbing his neck, "Man, as comfortable as that couch actually was...I still got a crink in my neck," sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Well, that's why I hoped you'd sleep in the same room with mom," opening the cabinet to grab a mug, pouring some coffee and placing it in front of her father.

"Yeah, well, we already went over that," sipping on the coffee, "Thanks. Can't go wrong with a cup of coffee to start off the day," smiling at his daughter.

"Was Steven loud like I told you?" sitting down across from him, holding on to her mug of coffee.

Lindsey shook his head as he took another sip, "No, we talked for a good while though."

"Anything interesting?" hoping it was about her mother.

"Just guy stuff, you know," smiling again as he reached across the table to take her hand, "I know I just met you but...I'm very proud of you, happy that you have such success in your life. I often think of my children that are younger than you and how they will be when they're older, I see my younger daughters in you. Your sisters and of course your brother will love you and they can't wait to meet you."

"I can't wait to meet them either, daddy," holding on to his hand, "And thank you."

"You're strong like your mother," Lindsey sat back in the chair, "You're like her mini me but I wouldn't expect anything less."

"When I knew that Stevie Nicks was my mother, I can't even begin to tell you what I was feeling...I knew who she was but I never followed her but then I began to and I fell so in love with her music, I felt a deep connection and now I know why. She's so beautiful, elegant, and full of class. I couldn't be more proud of who she is, not to mention how independent."

"Your mother is special, very special, Bella," Lindsey began, "I loved her very much, too much for my own sanity," looking down at his cup of coffee.

"But you don't love her anymore?" Isabelle's eyes meeting his, wanting to be able to know the answer with out him answering.

"Belle," sighing as he rubbed his forehead, "You're mother and I have a very complicated love and it's not that I don't love her."

"I'm sorry, dad, I just always wanted to know that my parents were together...that maybe we could all be a family."

"Honey, we ARE a family. Me not being married to your mother doesn't make us any lesser than a family."

"She loves you, I know it," looking away.