Timeless

9

1973-January-Lindsey

January 27, 1973. Stevie and I are both twenty-three and we're getting married in exactly thirty minutes. Robin is her maid of honor, Keith is my groomsman, only because I didn't want to start a war between my brothers. It's small and intimate, just our families. Except for Aunt Martha, we opted not to invite her in the event that she tries to sabotage our day, and I wouldn't put it past her.

We couldn't afford much. We're getting married in the Nicks' backyard with a priest and our reception is going to be just a little brunch because we can't afford a big party and sadly, no honeymoon.

She's gorgeous in a white silk dress and a black lace bodice over it. My Stevie is not one for white, she had to have some black.

The ceremony goes by me blankly and once I put that gold band on her finger my life feels complete. I don't have a wedding ring, it was too much money and Stevie cried when we had to choose for me not to have one. She said she didn't need a wedding ring and just the engagement ring would do, but it's pathetic and I want her to be able to take it off whenever she wants to but still have something on her finger to show that she's taken. Maybe someday I'll get one.

Later that night while we're laying in the nice hotel my family put us up in, after consummating our marriage, I wrap my arms around her and she lays her head on my chest.

"Someday, I'll have a nicer ring for you and one for myself. Someday, we'll have a really nice house on a hill, like you've always dreamed about, and someday we'll have a proper wedding and honeymoon." I promise kissing her head.

"You are all I need." She whispers closing her eyes and listening to my heartbeat.

"I love you, Angel." I smile.

"Angel, that's new. I like it." She nuzzles into my chest.

1974-August-Lindsey

We've been married for a year and eight months. Stevie is still waitressing, but I'm not painting houses anymore. I'm staying home, working on music. We've conned Sound City into giving us free time, at two in the morning and on the weekends but there was one catch. We could only get free studio time if in exchange I occasionally come in and play sessions if I'm needed, and we've started a Buckingham Nicks 2. There's no record deal but we couldn't not make music.

Something is different about Stevie though, She's starting to wear looser clothing and in her waitress outfit, she's a lot fuller, in the hips and the breasts. My mother says that's what happens when you marry.

The phone startles me, Stevie's napping and I'm watching a movie with Ginny.

"Hello," I answer.

"Lindsey, where's Stevie!" It's Robin and she's creepily happy.

"She's sleeping, she's been oddly tired lately and she actually has the day off so when she told me she was taking a nap I wasn't going to complain," I explain placing my hand on my hip, not that she can see me.

"Well wake her up," Robin states aggressively.

"HELL NO! She'll kill me." I state.

"Oh, please Lindsey." She begs.

"Fine, but when I get kicked out, I'm coming to live with you." I spit placing the phone down.

Walking into our bedroom, I gently kiss her face. She wakes up and literally growls at me.

"Down puppy, Robin's on the phone," I state