Buckingham Nicks-Part II of Fritz Series

For the Good Times

***A/N NSFW smut ***

Five weeks into this tour and THAT song is playing all over the radio. It's number five locally number fifty nationally. Sara's number four, but the fact that Don Henley's garbage is playing on the same radio as our music makes me sick. Stevie listened to it with me the second time around and sighed in exasperation, she was pissed and not happy about what Henley was implying about our relationship. But what could we do? People like it, they're paying money for it. Wonsley's making bank on it.

I think I can handle most of the lyrics and even the trashy innuendo if it didn't all but accuse me of beating Stevie and keeping her under my thumb. Additionally, it seems like he's accusing us of being cocaine addicts which couldn't be further from the truth. After Javier's descent into madness due to his addiction to that junk, I'm not interested in it. I don't care what anyone fucking says. Carol is an unlikely ally in my disdain for Don's none too subtle dig at my personal life. She thinks the song is over hyped and classless. I agree.

Robin...

Well, Robin thinks it's clever and downplays the personal aspect of the lyrics "That could be about anyone" is her favorite excuse for turning it up when it's on the radio. Neither Stevie nor I think that's even close to being the case. It's about us, more specifically it's about me. It's the ultimate fucking revenge, I can tell I'm going to have to listen to that song for a long time maybe even the rest of my life. And we're on the same label so in public I have to praise it. Don Fucking Henley.

We're in Houston after a show the girls all want Bar B Que I want sleep. Sara is strapped to my chest in the Bjorn thing I finally decided to buy her eyes are wide as we walk the main boulevard downtown. Houston is as big a city as New York, but much more laid back. We'll be here for three nights, and three sold out shows. So, we decided to wander around and see what this town is all about. I can hear Don's voice booming from a nightclub; men and women in jeans and cowboy boots having a good time dancing to THAT song. He's from Texas though, so I can't begrudge him his fans.

"Lindsey look that poodle looks like Ginny" I look in the window of a pet shop and see a little poodle puppy jumping around behind the glass. I grab Stevie's hand pulling her along gently "We can't handle two dogs and a baby sweetheart" her eyes catch mine the same way Sara's do when she doesn't want to eat her peas "Stephanie- "she pulls at my arm "Honey you know what they do to them if they don't find homes" sighing I throw up my hands "We can't adopt every dog in America, Stevie" she crosses her arms.

As if to answer my plea for a solution to this debacle, before I end up buying another dog, a little girl and her mother see the pooch and they go into the store. The clerk hands her the puppy and she cuddles her to her chest "See look, someone is going to buy her" Stevie turns around and smiles. I breathe a sigh of relief.

We finally locate some BBQ, and the three of us and Sara sit down for dinner. I can probably eat this all day everyday it's that good. By the time the bill comes me and Sara are almost identical with the amount of sauce on our faces and hands. Stevie and Robin are a bit daintier, their plates covered with napkins as they lick their fingers clean. "Are you going to meet the guys' later hon?" I sip at my coke "No, I'm beat. I think it's time for this little lady to get to sleep. What do you think Sara?"

Sara smears sauce on her face and Robin wipes her with a wet paper towel "Addy, Mamma" Stevie and I share a soft smile. Sara finally learned to say Momma and she's been over the moon since.

Robin heads to her room after Stevie and I assure her that we can take care of Sara for the night. "I could use a nice bath, how about you sweet pea?" Sara plays with Stevie's necklace her hand shaking my class ring. She grabs her little hand kissing her fingers so she'll loosen her grip "No no baby, that's special to mommy be gentle". Digging through the suitcase I find my silk boxers "Linds, honey can you run some warm water in the bath?"