Love in Boston

Chapter 1

She slammed the door behind her, not thinking about Karen who almost got hit by it. She was angry, very angry. She thought she would have calmed down a little by now, after almost 20 hours but she didn't, not a single bit. Her night had been horrible and so was her day too.

He said he would come to her room last night, so she waited and waited. She waited so long she got insecure about herself, about her body. Why would he want her, he had a beautiful wife who happened to be twenty-one years younger than she. Why would he still care for her, he probably doesn't love her, he is just using her when his wife isn't around. A man is a man after all. Yes and a woman is a woman, she thought.

She had gotten tired of waiting and instead of being insecure about their relationship she got mad at him, because he was letting her down. And it wasn't for the first time. Thoughts of 'maybe something happened or he got occupied' didn't help her calm down.

So here she was, sitting in her dressing room, waiting for sound check. Tonight was important. The concert was going to be filmed. Great timing, she thought, she would rather be somewhere else, home, alone. But no, this was what she loved to do, she couldn't let the band down, let alone the fans. But she wished he wasn't there.

Karen left her dressing room. Finally she got some quiet time. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She knew exactly who the person standing on the other side of the door was. She could recognize that knock everywhere from hearing it so many times.

"I'm busy" she said.

"No Stevie, you're not, sound check isn't in an hour so you can't be busy" was his answer.

"I don't want to talk to you" came her voice again.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I'm very angry with you. And to demonstrate this she picked up a bottle of water and threw it at the door.

He backed away, but then decided to take the risk and open de door.

There she was, sitting at the vanity, with a brush in her hand. Beautiful as ever. She turned her face to him and yelled "What part of I'm busy don't you understand?"

He said nothing and walked up to her. She turned back to the vanity. Looking at every single move he made through the mirror. He layed his hands on her shoulders but she shook them of her.

"Don't touch me" she hissed at him.

"Stevie" he sighed. "Stevie, I'm really sorry. I know you're probably getting tired of me telling you I'm sorry, but I am, I truly am." He looked at her to check if she was still angry. She was, boy, he was in big trouble.

He sat on his knees and crawled next to her chair. He turned around to face her and put his hands on her knees to turn her body to him. Again she shook his hands of her.

He tried again: "Steph, I'm so sorry, I should have called you, but everything happened so quickly, babe." Her expression softened a bit at hearing the pet names he called her. "Please let me explain" he begged.

She nodded at him he put his hands on her knees again and this time she didn't try to shake them off. So he continued "She called, Steph, she called me and held me on the phone for what seemed like hours. She talked about the kids, how they were doing, what they had been doing today, she couldn't stop talking. It annoyed me because we'll be home in three days. At the end of the conversation she told me she had a surprise for me. She instructed me to hang up and open the door of my suite. You never believe who stood in front of my door babe."

"Who?" came her voice.

"Becky" he said.

"Becky, you mean, Kristens.."

"Yes, her sister who lives pretty close to Boston. She came in and didn't want to leave. She thought I was probably lonely, after three months on the road without Kristen by my side so she told me she would stay, she only left one hour ago. I'm so sorry babe, I couldn't call you either because she insisted on staying in my suite for the night and this morning after breakfast she took me to the mall because I told her I had no gifts yet for Kristen and the kids, but I couldn't tell her that we always go together on our last day... Steph, I'm truly sorry, I never wanted this, you must know that"

"I know you are honey, and I'm sorry that I didn't want to listen to you earlier." She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close. She felt like a child, being mad about him, after all, she knew it wasn't just her and him, there also was a wife, not to forget three kids at home. She couldn't have all of him. He interrupted her thought when he kissed her, first slow, but than more passionate. He was about to lower his lips to her neck and to unbutton her shirt when they heard a knock on the door: "sound check in ten minutes."

They sighed and Lindsey got up, pulling Stevie up by her arm. She made sure she looked decent and checked Lindsey too. "You look beautiful, babe", and he took her hand in his and they walked to the door, stealing one more kiss before they opened it.