Fleetwood Mac-Part III of Fritz Series

Love In An Elevator

***A/N sexual content***

December 1980 (Toronto, Canada)

We're on our way back to the hotel from drinks and dinner one night when I see the perfect gift for Sara. She's been so down lately each night when I call she talks for just a few moments then hands the phone back to Robin, she has less to say to Stevie. It's been bugging me since we left home and Scarlet Mitchell wrote her little "article". But I have a sneaking suspicion my daughter read it, or someone read it to her. She won't say one way or another, but this is more than just her being sad about us being gone. I have a feeling her classmates are teasing her. I got so concerned I even dialed the first few digits of her school to speak with the head teacher, but that might make things worse so I stopped myself.

With her arm through mine Stevie leans on me for support as we trudge in a semi-anonymous fashion through downtown. Toronto's a beautiful city, and the snow makes me nostalgic for when Stevie and I went away for the very first time as a couple. Gazing at the gorgeous decorative windows of Fisher's toys I have to stop myself from smiling at the toy train moving around the seemingly endless track around the store. Rows of stuffed animals, dolls, tinker toys, books, games, bikes and puzzles of every variety sit underneath a massive and ornate live Christmas tree. It's just the sort of thing Sara and AJ and Nova would love if we were out as a family. I miss my kids.

"Lindsey-you've got that look in your eye. What are you planning?" I've been staring at Sara's gift for a few minutes, bundled in her trademark shawls and a thick winter coat Stevie leans on my arm shaking slightly. She's cold "I'm sorry sweetheart...let's go inside you must be freezing" folding her body close to me I open the shop door for us both as we step off the street and into the warmth of the store "Thank you...but you didn't answer my question. What are you up to husband of mine?" shrugging I wrap an arm around her shoulder.

"I was thinking about Christmas presents for the kids, about how we won't be there to see them open their gifts. How I won't be up all night cursing and putting bikes and trains and other stuff together while you wrap and tell me to stop complaining-" Stevie's cheeks dimple as she smiles, "You love every second of it" I do. It's one of the best things about being a father, it makes me miss my own. A silence passes between us and Stevie tugs at my arm still curious "Linds?" in response I stand behind my diminutive but still very mighty wife and hold her to my chest "Look up there-"

Leaning back she glances up at the store's rafters "Where?" I point with one hand at the object that caught my eye from the street. I hear a gasp and a clap of hands "Oh! Lindsey it's so darling! For Sara?" chuckling I kiss her neck "No it's for Nova" she smacks my hand "Smart ass" couldn't help myself, but the idea of my son opening this on Christmas morning is to amusing not to joke about. It's the girlist thing on the face of the earth, and it happens to be something Sara loves nearly as much as music. Doll houses.

My mother nearly fainted in relief when she learned about Sara's love for antique doll houses. I think she was worried that her only granddaughter might turn out to be a hippie musician like Stevie and I. it certainly surprised the heck out of me, watching her geek out over new guitars makes me proud. Listening to her gush about doll houses and frills and lace and all the different rooms and compartments makes me uncomfortable. It's way too girly, but it's sweet and it makes her happy. And right now I'd do anything to cheer her up.

"I bet it costs a fortune..." I don't' see a price tag, but to me it looks like the house from Gone With the Wind. Stevie and Sara both love that movie. I'm not as enamoured of all the slavery stuff but as Stevie reminds me each time she watches it it's a story about the Antebellum south told from a southerner's perspective. Ignoring the things about it I find objectionable it's a fantastic film, and it was shot beautifully for the time. And I do find myself wondering if Rhett and Scarlet ever do find each other again.