You Make Loving Fun

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***A/N big smut warning.***



"Stephanie? Doctor Lewis will see you now" Back in L.A. again for the first time in months, Stevie insists on a return trip to see her OBGYN. Considering he was so spot on with Nova I trust her judgment in this, but I'm immensely uncomfortable regardless. Her doctor is in L.A. and so is mine, that coincidence hasn't escaped my notice. And as I expected the second we get conformation that she is indeed pregnant once again, and Doctor Lewis hands both Nova and Sara sweets, Stevie's tugging on my shirt sleeve in the car "We should stop by Dr. Rathbone's office Linds"

"I don't have an appointment Steph" she sighs rubbing my knee "It's an emergency Linds I want a second opinion from your actual neurologist-" Well that would be awkward since he's in agreement with the pinch hitter about what needs to be done in my particular case. Tumor removal surgery. Stat. Which means I have to tell Stevie about my tumor, which leads to a long drawn out argument about why I hid it from her in the first place. Nope. Avoid, deny and obfuscate. That's my strategy here.

"Look I'll call when we get to the house but if he doesn't have an appointment available then that's it" she eyes me curiously her arms crossing slowly. Shit. That's her I'm on to you but I don't want you to know pose "Daddy are we going to our other house?" focusing back on the road to our home tucked away in the woods I check the rearview mirror. Sara is reading aloud from The Cat in the Hat to Nova as he babbles in his car seat "Yeah baby girl we're gonna make sure it didn't get blown away in a storm" she giggles patting her knees "You're silly daddy the house can't get blowed away in a storm"

Stevie smiles at me coolly, she's on to me.

As soon as we park the BMW in the gravel drive next to our station wagon Stevie steps out straightening her long sleeved top. She kisses Sara who goes bounding toward the front door as soon as she's unbuckled, then sees to Nova "Can we order pizza!" I dig my keys out scratching my beard "No baby remember there's no pizza places nearby, I can go pick up some fried chicken though" this is apparently an acceptable substitute, and dinner is forgotten the second I unlatch the front door. Ginny and Sara both tear into the house, and I can't help the smile on my face as my little girl runs to each room saying hello as if she's greeting an old friend. We built this house for her and Nova, and our new little one to grow up in. Buckingham Nicks built this house. Not Fleetwood Mac.

Eyeing me as she passes with Nova in her arms Stevie walks over the stone carriage way casually "You better hurry up the chicken place closes at six and you still need to call Dr. Rathbone before you leave" Right, before I leave I catch her arm and gently pull her to me "I'll call the when I get back" her eyes narrow in my direction and she readjusts Nova's weight "You happy to be back home buddy?" he looks around the house with his hands clasped over a soft toy "Bah, bah!" I kiss his chin "I'll be back in a few, biscuits and gravy right?" she nods slowly "Extra napkins!"

Fuck I don't think I can put this off any longer, after I leave the chicken place I drive as slowly as possible back to the house. I left the Mustang in Sausalito and since it's been sitting in the driveway I take the station wagon there and back. When I park in the driveway I find Ginny sniffing around waiting for me. Man's best friend, at least I can count on her not to rat me out "Good girl" she lifts up on her hind legs sniffing at the bags in my hand her mind as ever on food.

Stevie takes the bags from me the second I step inside "Phone. Now" I groan. This is going to take some superhuman cunning, or I could just be honest. One look at her expectant face tells me exactly what my fate will be if she finds out I've been hiding this from her...evisceration. Gulping I pick up the receiver and dial Dr. Rathbone's office it rings twice and a cheerful voice on the other end greets me "Yes this is Lindsey Buckingham I need to make an appointment to see Dr. Rathbone if possible tomorrow morning" I hear a shuffling of notes as the receptionist looks through the appointments on the calendar "I'm sorry sir but Dr. Rathbone is all booked up until next month. If it's an emergency he may be able to do a house call tonigh-"

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