Nothing To Fear

5. Three Levels

"How were they?" Lindsey asked as Stevie approached through the glass frame.

"They were perfect," she smiled. "They really were wonderful and I got a good feel of what's going on in the learning department."

"Great," he responded enthusiastically as he slid his hands into his pockets. "Um, Kristen is asleep in the room. Would you mind taking them out?"

"No, not at all," she assured. "Where would you like me to take them?"

"Um..." he paused in thought. "I don't know," he kind of shrugged. "They stay in the house a lot and they– I don't really know. But they're easy," he shrugged.

"Alright, I'll find out what's in their interests," she grinned. "And they are angels. I think this is going to be really great," she assured her new boss.

"Thank you," he bowed his head gently to her compliments.

"You wouldn't mind if I swung by my place with them. I just want to change and take these papers, so I don't lose them."

"No, not at all," he shook his head.

"Mm, very trusting," she teased.

"Well, I trust you," he smiled. He then pulled money out of his pocket to hand her. "Here."

"Oh, for what?" she asked in confusion.

"Well, I don't know what you plan on doing with the kids for after. They aren't cheap if you plan on taking them out," he chuckled.

"No, that's fine. I can handle it," she handed him the money back.

"But–" he held it out once more.

"No. Whatever we do is on me. When it is necessities, I'll let you know. I don't want to spend your money on something they do with me. Thank you for trusting me." With that, Stevie then made her way upstairs where she could tell the children to get ready so they could go out.

When she drifted passed him, Lindsey stayed stuck staring in space. He would not have wanted her to pay by any means, but she insisted. He continued to think about the way she carried herself and he thought she was very interesting. "Hmm..." he said aloud as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He then made his way to his studio to write for a bit. He wanted to write a song—a song in preparation for a new Fleetwood Mac album. He was just throwing ideas together.

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When Stevie reached the top of the stairs she made her way to the girls' room first.

"Hi, Stevie," Stella stood up to meet her. She was wearing a tiara and a fluffy, pale pink boa.

"You look beautiful," Stevie smiled as she squatted to the floor.

"Do you wanna play?" Leelee asked tossing a lavender boa over Stevie. She—herself, was wearing a dark pink one.

"Well, I think that would be really fun. But I was wondering if you guys wanted to go with me somewhere?"

"Yay!" they both agreed.

"Where are we going?" Will's voice filled the room in a questionable manner.

Stevie stood up to meet the twelve year old. She turned barely, but still kept contact with the girls. "Well, I was thinking we could to my house very quick and then we could go do something fun. What do you think?"

Will shrugged because, he didn't really care, but the girls concurred with one another that it was a good idea.

"Great," Stevie clasped her hands together gently. "I'll have you ready yourself," she told Will and he then made his way back to his room to change.