A reason to doubt me

I'm warning you

I‘ve been awake for a while, but I can‘t seem to have any will to get out of bed, even though I have to. The band meets at 12. Jeff and I patched things up last night as best as we could. He isn‘t by my side, so he‘s most likely up to something. He‘s very serious when he‘s the surgeon Jeffrey Campbell, but he‘s such a sweetheart when he‘s at home, being a loving father and a husband.

There‘s a soft knock on the bedroom door and I smile, knowing it's Jeff, and I allow him to come in. "Good morning, beautiful.“

"I‘m hardly beautiful, but good morning.“ Jeff comes and sits on the edge of my side of the bed. "You know, you don't have to knock on the door to your own bedroom."

"The last thing I wanted is to wake you up, baby.“ He leans down as I‘m still lying down on my back and presses his lips against mine for a brief kiss. "Did you sleep well?“

"Wonderful.“                                                                               

"How about some breakfast?“

"I‘m not hungry if I‘m honest.“

"But I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.“ He pouts and I can‘t resist that face.

"I‘m mean, sure, I could at least have coffee.“

"I‘ll bring the whole tray, just in case.“

"Alright, if you insist.“

"I do, you're crazy with your diets, you‘re allowed to enjoy some real food.“

Jeff has been constantly nagging me about my diet. He says I look great and I don‘t need it, but he has to realize that not onlly do I like to look good or at least ok in front of ten thousand or more people, but it‘s also very challenging doing a rock show for three hours when you‘re overweight. And I‘ve been there and it sucks. I‘ve never enjoyed standing in one spot. I‘ll sing a verse, I‘ll dance around or twirl, or goof around with my tambourine and sing some more, that‘s just how I‘ve been my whole career and I am not planning on changing it.

Jeff comes back to the bedroom with food and joins me in bed. I look at what‘s on the tray and raise my eyebrow looking at gim. "This is what people have for breakfast nowadays?“

"Come on, Stephanie, look at these muffins! They look amazing.“

"They do, they look too good, I‘ll eat every single one of them if you let me to get my hands on them.“

"No problem with that, enjoy yourself, sweetheart.“

"Are you planning on spoiling me like this the whole day? Because I'm only fine with being spoilt on special occasion and Jeff, I‘m warning you...“

"And I‘m terrified of your 5 foot 1 self!“ He‘s 5 foot 9.

"I can be ferocious.“ That didn‘t sound too convincing, but he knows better not to mess with me.

"I know, baby, I know. Anyway, if you‘re done with your threats, I‘d like it if you got dressed up or I won't be able to take you to rehearsals. I got a call and I need to be at the clinic earlier." 

"Don't worry, I'll drive there myself."

"You know, I'm not a big fan of you driving."

"I'll be fine, it's not like I didn't take all the tests again."

"That's true, but I have been in a car with you."

"Shut up." I slap his arm playfully and he smiles and takes my hand, kissing each knuckle.

~

The first person I see when I get to the band practice is Christine, who's looking at me with her eyebrow raised. "Where's Karen or your husband?"

"Jeff is at work and Karen has a day off, why?"

"You mean... You drove over here by yourself?"

"Oh my god! You sound just like Jeff. I'm not going to be a racing car driver! I renewed my licence so I can get from point A to point B."

"Ok, alright!" Christine laughs and gives me a hug. "I'm only teasing you."

"Yeah, well don't. And don't mention this to Mick, Lindsey or John, because we won't get any work done."

As if they were waiting for me to call their names, all three join me and Chris. "We thought you got lost, Stevie."

"She was being very careful, Mick."

"Why?"

"She was driving a car."

"Chris!" I shriek and roll my eyes at everyone laughing. "You guys are such asses sometimes. Can we move on?"

"I'm shocked Jeff agreed to this." Mick puts his arm around my shoulders and I notice the look in Lindsey's eyes at the mention of my husband's name.

"I was a very good girl."

"Oh, how I doubt that." Mick jokes and my fist connects with his ribs. Lindsey is shooting daggers from his eyes at Mick right now. "You were never known for that, Stevie." I'm close to begging him to stop talking, but there's no need anymore as Lindsey leaves the room. "What's up with Buckingham?"

"You clueless old bastard." John says, the one who usually stays away from all the drama. "When did Lindsey ever enjoy hearing about Jeff?"

Mick puts his hand on his forehead. "I forgot how messed up you lot are."

"No, you didn't, Fleetwood. It's impossible to forget." Christine adds. "Watch what comes out of that mouth of yours. I came back to have a lovely experience with people I love, I didn't come back for the remake of Rumours."

I break away from Mick's grasp. "I better go find Lindsey."

I'm writing this a little differently. I understand it's a bit slow right now, but we'll get there :) I hope it's ok