Buckingham Nicks-Part II of Fritz Series

Supernova

We get some good news the following week, Schlicz has finally exhausted all possible stalling tactics and has taken a plea deal with the District Attorney's office. She's been given thirty years with a possibility for parole after serving half...Once again I feel like the system has let us down. She's ruined dozens of people's lives experimenting with her twisted mind games. And for that she gets a minimum of fifteen years in a cushy federal prison, where she'll be studied and given three hot meals and a warm bed. What ever happened to hard labor...?

Sara and Stevie are in the green house when I get home from my meeting with Rosen and an attorney at Warner Brothers. It went about as well as I expected, a rough draft of our proposal being sent to the executives. Rosen made it clear that the two of us are not to be separated for any reason, and that we have final say on who produces any music we decide to record. I could tell the lawyer wasn't too pleased with that, stroking my fear that they really only want Stevie and I'm just an afterthought.

"Daddy!" covered in dirt and looking like she's having the time of her life Sara rushes me Ginny hot on her heels. Heedless of her muddy hands I lift her up kissing a clean spot on her face "Hey baby girl!" Ginny barks jumping up too "Hey Ginny! Where's mommy?" as if on cue Stevie walks out of the green house basket full of fresh herbs and hot house tomatoes. She looks every bit a goddess of the earth, I expect green sprouts to leap from the ground as she walks. Shifting her bounty to one hip she kisses me in greeting our noses rubbing together as she pulls away.

Sara rests against my shoulder scrunching her eyes closed the way she does when she's forced to eat carrots "I'm starving what's for supper?" looping her arm through mine Stevie and I walk back to the house as I tell her about the meeting. Sara shows me the tomato she picked and I ooh and awe over it like a good father should. Later that evening Stevie sits Sara in the tub for a bath, the two of us preoccupied with a game of battle ship as Stevie does her best to shampoo and wash the dirt and vegetation off our daughter.

Halfway through she sits up hissing as she rubs her lower back "You alright?" she nods smiling tightly at me "Mommy throwed up" Sara says, in that way only a child who knows no better can. my brows furrow in concern, my hand touching her face "You didn't tell me that". She waves me off, "That's because it's not a big deal, I just got too hot that's all". I sigh in irritation "Steph-" her eyes cut to me quickly in irritation "I'm fine Lindsey". I drop it.

The next morning, I wake up with two brown eyes on me, a wicked smile on their owner's face "Hey handsome" smiling I stretch reaching to take my wife in my arms. She comes willingly her leg resting over both my hips. Spanning her hip with one hand I reach between us stroking her folds, she's wet her body stirring for me while we slept, kissing her I pull her leg further over mine. Opening her to me more.

She moans her body accepting my morning erection with anticipation her lips hot and hungry against my face. We rock together gently my fingers pressed against her clit for extra stimulation, "Linds!" she buries her face against my neck biting down as she comes I follow quickly knowing she's going to leave a mark on me. I smirk, it's been a while since I've had a hickey.

No sooner than it takes us to bask in the afterglow she's racing to the bathroom, I rush to her just in time for her to puke her guts out in the toilet bowl. She wretches violently, her whole body wracked in aftershocks. I kneel down moving her hair back "Baby...are you alright?" she gasps for air her eyes looking away in embarrassment "Way to kill the mood huh?" kissing her shoulder I squeeze her hip lovingly "Do you think maybe...I mean it's morning, you're sick, you missed your period last month" she scrunches her eyebrows looking at me "You're monitoring my cycle?". My face flushes and I look anywhere but at her "Just...in case."