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Part 19 - Moving in

Due to the reality of the divorce sinking in, plus the recent news that her husband technically never was in love with her, Kristen wanted nothing to do with Lindsey, not even wanting him in the guest house. It was just that she didn't own  the house, Lindsey did, or well he owned half  of it. He did his best to explain himself but he still understood how she felt, he'd played her too long, doing whatever he could to hold on to his family. Karma bit him right in the ass, except his prize was, Stevie.

Taking apart the studio was hard, Lindsey worked skin to bone on getting it just right, now watching as the movers took it apart and placed it in to the back of a moving truck. Stevie had part of the house in Malibu to give him, to allow him to be able to produce with out any disturbances, Lindsey already having ideas planned out for how he wanted it. He was such a perfectionist so it would take a while.

William was incapable of moving in with his father and Stevie until he graduated High School, which wouldn't be too long from now, just that he'd have to change districts if moving to Malibu. That disappointed him but he was guaranteed a room by Stevie and his father, of course offering two to the girls as well but they were not about to budge, they also refused to leave their friends behind. They were more attached to their mother anyway and Lindsey always knew that. 

By the time the movers had all of his things packed, Lindsey sat with all three of his kids in the Family room, the girls crying and William entirely too quiet. This was the day they feared, feared the closeness no longer of their father, though he promised them all that nothing  would change. He'd be a call away but that was hard to tell a child, the ones that you had helped raise, and promised to never leave.

Kristen stood near the corner of the stairs, just holding herself as she watched her soon to be ex slipping on a pair of shoes, not wanting to make eye contact with him as he left. This was still shocking to her, thinking that maybe that therapist could have brought them back together, except it did the opposite;  she knew where his heart really stood now.

"So, if there is anything that you may realize you've forgotten, I'll have it sent to you..." she said barely above a whisper.

"Kit..." stepping towards her as she then held up a hand to keep him from coming any further.

"No, don't, I don't want any of your apologies or how horrible you feel - I just don't!  You've not only broken my heart but you've broken the hearts our children as well, how you can even sleep at night is beyond me."

"It's not as easy as you think, I may seem like a heartless person for what I've done, but I will never forgive myself for hurting you."

"Those are words, you never even tried, and you could have by telling her to leave the day she stopped by that house."

"Now that would have been rude."

"Jesus, just leave, Lindsey! Go to her, go!"  pointing towards the door with tears in her eyes, Lindsey just hanging his head as he nodded, making his way out of the house.

Lindsey cried all the way to Malibu, following the moving truck with all his precious possessions, the image of his three kids waving to him as he exited the driveway.

Stevie greeted him with open arms as he pulled up to her front door, not wanting to waste any time, racing to her embrace as his tears somewhat subsided. Lindsey loved this woman so much and she was the only one that could cure his broken heart, the broken part that was left with his children, always being a top notch father.

"Oh, my baby," Stevie spoke softly as they held each other tight, his face in the crook of her neck, feeling his whole body tingle.

"I'm so happy to see you," Lindsey spoke just as softly, "...it was so hard for me to leave the three of them, so many tears. I've never felt so helpless."