Ties That Bind

Chapter 43. Special Kind of Love

When the small family of three decided to finally head home, before the new year---the couple decided that it would be a better idea to take a jet home to California while the cars; his Mustang and her Mercedes, were driven back to their places by management. Neither Stevie or Lindsey wanted to do a six hour drive with their four month old daughter because they knew they would have to stop a lot and cutting six hours down to an hour and a half really just rang better. That easily became Rosemary's nap time, therefore their nap time.

Arriving home in a short black car, Lindsey had the chauffeur drop Stevie off at her apartment with her things because as much as the blonde wanted to see the new house, she had many things to do in her apartment since she had been away for so long and she didn't really have anything set up in her place that was even remotely prepared for the baby. She had to micromanage before deep cleaning and figuring her own wild thoughts out. And meanwhile, Lindsey went back to his place; their new house.

In the last months, he had realized that he needed to get himself another place to live, just because Sharon was in his old apartment, he couldn't necessarily go back to his house with Carol Ann on the loose, plus he had a hunch that the house he did get---it would become the family home he wanted for Stevie and the baby.

Growing up with not as much, but with enough money to get his family by, Lindsey always dreamed of playing guitar, having started at the age of seven with just a toy guitar, and becoming somebody who played, but he knew he would earn some sort of living off of it and he did. As he got to his twenties, already giving up on the idea of drugs, having seen how it destroyed his bandmates, he was already looking ahead, seeing what he wanted as far a family. Even though children weren't exactly the first thing to run through his mind, he did know deep down that he wanted kids in the future, that he was a family man and he wanted to be able to provide for whoever that might have been. And as of now, he was pretty proud of himself for living up to that expectation because it was an astounding goal he had set.

When he first got to the apartment Stevie was running, he had thought he found a live-in studio for the time being that was secluded from the life he normally lived to just pour out his heartache and emotions. He expected to be working endlessly as he did, though he didn't expect to fall head over heels in love with the owner the moment he laid eyes on her. From the beginning, he knew there was something special about her because she immediately cured the broken feeling he felt and it was interesting for him because he was the type of person to believe in love at first sight. However, his life in the business of rock and roll, groupies and overall a consistent party---he had to stop believing in that because he didn't think it would actually happen with the veiled emotions and feelings of those drug induced people. He thought he found love with his young-adult relationships and then he thought Carol Ann was the one. But it turned out, he had been wrong and he was okay with accepting that as defeat when it all ended. Contrary to that, the frenzy that ran down his spine when he met Stevie---he knew she was it for him, even if she didn't like it, he was going make her like him even if he had to bend in ways he had never done for a woman. And he did it and he held pride for that because that was truly the one he wanted in the end.

Having been ahead of the game with his speeches of the future---the negative or positive things that came to mind, he could tell himself; If it doesn't work out with Stevie and we both found somebody later on down the line, I don't think I'd be able to love anybody as much as I loved her. Even in that instance, I would think and hope we'd remain best friends---just to be apart of her world because she is a rare personality that I'd never want to give up. She's seen me for the person that I am, inside the rock and roll guitarist that is on the outside. I've seen her at times of her worst, things she's never let others see, she says and I believe her. She's pretty private and content within her world of people not knowing who she is and I find that a rare trait too---she's happy with who she is. She doesn't title herself in any way, shape or form. I'm truly in love with everything about her even if I don't know her every intention, thought about me or even all of her. There are things I learn every day and it stuns me as to how skillful she is and how open she can become when in the right company.