Buckingham Nicks-Part II of Fritz Series

Gossip Girl

***A/N smut ahead***

September 29th 1975

"Rolling Stone-"Trouble in the Buckingham Nicks marriage? Stevie seeing Don Henley. New York Times-"Fleetwood Mac's two power couples the Buckingham's and the McVie's, swinging?" Can't you do anything to stop this?" shaking the ice left in his scotch Rosen taps his fingers contemplatively against his desk top. "Well...is any of it true" I can't believe he just asked me that shit "Of course it's not possible! I'm not screwing Christine! And Stevie sure as hell isn't sleeping with Don Henley!"

Raising his hands in surrender Rosen takes another drink of his scotch "My daughter is gonna read this trash one day, she's old enough to understand some of it now" I'm furious, beyond furious. It's been almost three months since the release of the White Album. The press surrounding us has gone from massive to insane, to out of control. People call day and night, reporters mostly but promoters, producers, photographers and even just plain weirdos.

They even started calling our parents to the point that they've had to get new unlisted numbers. We paid of course. My old classmates, friend's associates...the interview with Stevie's old boyfriend, Eric, was enough to send me over the fucking edge...and I quote "She was a good lay, really wild. And she knew all these crazy positions..." it went on for several paragraphs. My next favorite article was written by Mimi DeWitt aka Sandra's mother. That little piece of character assassination had Stevie cursing a blue streak, it's not worse than the rumors she spread about us when we were teenagers. But now millions of people are reading her lies, she hasn't lost a step in these last five years. Still a bitter, cold, hateful, spiteful, bitch.

One day last week we heard a delightful little ditty on the radio entitled "Stevie Nicks Sit on my Face!" Warner made some calls, the song got banned. Stevie tried to brush it off in public as just a stupid song, in private she was beyond upset. She wouldn't come out of the dressing room for a show until I begged her, and right after we finished our set she fled backstage locking me out again. There has to be something we can do.

"Look, we can probably get some retractions for the stuff about you and Stevie getting a divorce. But the other stuff...well it's all speculation Linds. You don't do interviews and so by extension neither does Stevie. Mick's useless, he loves the publicity good bad or otherwise." Typical, there's nothing we can do it's all "protected" and it's all garbage. "So what are we supposed to do just sit back and let our lives get dragged through the mud. For fuck sake they ran an article that says Ryan is Nova's God Damn father!"

I didn't realize how loud I was until that point, Rosen's secretary peeks in and he waves her away motioning for me to sit down. He cleans his glasses and folds his hands on his desk "This is what you signed up for Linds...you are now officially famous. And you have an international hit record under your belt. You're not some cute flower children anymore." I keep hearing that, and I don't like it anymore from him than anyone else.

So I've waisted my whole day in Rosen's office apparently.

I take a trip to the florists keeping my sunglasses on when I step inside, no one recognizes me and I'm able to get Stevie some flowers on the way home. I also grab her a small box of chocolates and a gourmet cupcake for Sara. Ginny races up to me as I walk into the house, Stevie beaming in her flowing green and blue dress. I can't help but smile back greeting Nova with a kiss as he rests comfortably in his mother's arms. "Daddy, come do a puzzle with me." Stevie puts Nova in his rollaway crib so she can place the flowers in a vase.

"I got you some of your favorite chocolates too" she fiddles with the box looking down "I'm trying to cut back a little. I haven't lost all the weight from being pregnant with Nova yet" raising my eyebrow I scrutinize her form for any sign of excess weight. She still looks tiny to me, just as small as when we first met. "You look fine to me, better than fine actually" wrapping my arm around her waist I move in for a kiss "You look delicious" she blushes and I find her lips with mine pulling her closer "Daddy!" groaning I pull back.