Timeless

70

December-Lindsey

Christmas has come and gone. Stevie's home for two months and we've been treading around each other. She was recently chosen to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame again and I've had people on social media post that they hope I'm the one that's going to induct her. I'm not. She's already asked Harry Styles. It had only been announced for 48 hours when she called him, while he was at our house. I produced his first solo album and I'm working on his second one. He's gotten close with our family. It started out when Emmeline developed a crush on his band one direction. She was only twelve when the busted onto the scene an he was eighteen. She always talked about meeting him and she always asked to go to a concert but Stevie and I never let her. It's hard enough just going to the grocery store with our status. They did meet though when Mickinley Dreams and One Direction were nominated for the best group award for some stupid teen award show and Mickinley Dreams beat them out.

However, it's New Year's Eve and everyone except us old folks are out of the house.

"Lindsey, can we talk?" She asks dropping the dirty dish she was washing in the sink. I look up from my evening paper and let out a huff.

"I think we have to."

"I love you so much. You know that. I just...we're in our seventies. I want this last leg of our life to be okay. We always fight on the road and I am sick of fighting." She says.

"So you get me fired. Simply because I smirked during your speech and I fought with your assistant. According to Karen, I need to give Ray at least ten weeks off every year for vacation. Christ, Ray doesn't even work for me when I'm not doing anything that has to do with my solo career of Fleetwood Mac....God forbid I do something when you're taking a break. But according to her, I'm not giving him enough time off. Do you know how that firing felt? It felt like I was stabbed in the back. When Irving said that my fucking wife didn't' want to be on stage with me ever again and it was her or me. That stings Stephanie." I lose it, my voice gets loud and we both have tears in our eyes.

"I'm sorry Lindsey, I can't tell you how sorry I am. Baby, I had a special night planned. I bought a new red silk nightgown because you always say I look good in red and when I came out you were gone. Your luggage and everything was just gone like you didn't even exist. I was going to tell you eventually. Sit you down over a nice dinner and tell you in the nicest possible way I could think of, but Irving beat me to it. We haven't had sex in a year and I know that's not important, but do you know what I realized after you came to Cleveland, I made a horrible mistake. We use to sneak off and have sex in dressing rooms and closets during tours and it was thrilling and it gave us so much adrenaline and the concerts were perfect. The next night, while we were doing Landslide, you weren't there and I almost cried. Then when you weren't holding me that night I couldn't sleep. I fucked up, I get that now, but God Lindsey we can't keep living like this. I don't like this no communication thing that's happening. No matter how many times we were separated we also talked to each other but now. Now, I don't even feel welcome to sit next to you on the couch." Stevie cries.

"I know...so what are we going to do?" I sigh.

"We make up." She states bluntly.

"Steph, this is something I'm not going to forget or forgive for a very long time," I reply.

"Please, Lindsey...Please." She sobs.

I just take her in my arms and I kiss her. Through her tears, she starts kissing me back and she brings her arms around me and holds me like I'm her lifeline. We do make up that night, we make up all the way into the New Year. And I just hope that 2019 is going to be a much better year for us.