High Priestess

5.5

October 31, 1979

Stevie had been on an airplane multiple times, but flying with a one-year-old had been interesting. Emlyn didn't wanna sit still and while she was on a private jet Emlyn had free range but she was walking and she wanted to walk around and she was grabbing at everything in the jet. Lindsey had cupboards and she was digging in them pulling silverware, napkins, and drinks out of them. Stevie was grateful, however, that Emlyn had fallen asleep as they were landing. 

 It was hard without Lindsey, she ended up having a first birthday party for Emlyn with their families on the 27th, her parents flew in and Lindsey's mother and brother drove down from San Francisco and she got to have a gorgeous witchy, crystal-filled birthday party but she was sad that Lindsey wasn't there with her.

Stevie was flown in on a lear jet and once she landed in Denver, she and Emlyn were picked up by a limo and were taken to the venue.  Emlyn was waking up upon arrival and Stevie was shocked when she looked around and saw Lindsey waiting for them at the airport. She collected her luggage and then when Lindsey saw that she was situated he ran to her and collected both Emlyn and Stevie into his arms and spun them around in a circle. He had only been gone for eleven days but he still missed them like crazy and while Emlyn didn't really know better at this point, Stevie also missed Lindsey like crazy. 

Once Lindsey had placed Stevie back down on the ground he took Emlyn into his arms and he just cuddled her closely. 

"Dee!" Emlyn coos nuzzling into Lindsey's neck.

"Dee?" Lindsey asks Stevie.

"I think she's trying to say, Daddy. That started the day after you left. She woke up and was sitting up in her crib and she looked at me and said Mama like she's been doing for a while, but then I took her out of her crib, and usually, you know, we take her out of the crib and you give her, her morning bottle laying in our bed and I had the bottle in my hand and I was trying to feed her but she kept saying 'Dee' and she was pushing it away from me. She eventually became hungry and frustrated so she started drinking it reluctantly." Stevie explains.

"I can't believe you started saying, daddy without me." Lindsey pouts and kisses her little cheeks.

***
Stevie had been a fan of Lindsey's music since before Mick even asked her to procure him so while she was sitting there listening to him play she hated tearing herself away but she really had to pee. She looked around her, knowing that she didn't want to take that baby into the bathroom and sit her down on a most likely nasty and disgusting bathroom floor so she sat Emlyn down, side stage on her little blanket, and looked to the catering lady. 

"I'm sorry, I know you're manning the table but do you think you could watch her while I go to the bathroom?" Stevie inquires.

"Sure." The lady nods as Stevie gives her a quick thank you and makes her way to the bathroom.

Lindsey's in the middle of introducing a song when Brett, his keyboard player clears his throat into his Mic and Lindsey looks at him. "What?"

"She's about to fall off the stage." 

Lindsey turns his head left to see the little girl wearing a yellow and white long-sleeved polka-dotted top with a little ruffle at the waist and a pair of denim looking leggings, with little black saddle shoes ripping off the baby headphones prepared to chuck them down into the audience and Lindsey gasps his heart practically beating out of his chest and sprints to Emlyn and scoops her in his arms. He settles his heart and just holds her against him as she struggles. 

"Um well, this agh...this is my baby. She turned one right at midnight so um, we'll agh...we'll sing happy birthday in a little bit but...Steph." Lindsey says into the Mic. 

He looks side stage and doesn't see her. 

"Well ugh, I don't know where my wife is at the moment but um this is...this is Emlyn Rosabella Buckingham. Steph." Lindsey says as she finally appears and her hands fall to her mouth as she laughs.

"Come grab her and we can sing happy birthday to her." Lindsey states.

She slowly walks out on stage as the fans scream. Nerves fill her stomach but she approaches Lindsey's Mic and he shifts Emlyn to his left arm and opens his right arm to her. 

"This is my wife Stevie. What happened, why did she toddle out here?" Lindsey asks.

"I went to the bathroom and asked the catering girl to watch her," Stevie explains indirectly into the Mic and gives off a dirty laugh that causes the audience to laugh as well. 

"Well, shall we sing happy birthday? Because this little peanut has been officially one for about twenty and a half hours." 

"Right." Stevie nods, laughing again.

"So...Happy Birthday then." Lindsey hands Stevie the baby and starts strumming on his guitar. He motions to the Mic with his head and she shakes hers. 

"She doesn't want to sing into the mic, but let me tell you something this woman has one of the prettiest voices." Lindsey keeps strumming. 

"Sing, Sing, Sing," was now being chanted and Stevie rolled her eyes before the two of them started singing into the mic.

***

When they got back to the hotel. They had a little makeshift birthday for one overly tired baby, but who wasn't going to go to sleep anytime soon because of all the stimulation she's had between the hours or six and nine-Lindsey put on one hell of a show-and when they finally got her to go down Stevie and Lindsey just looked at each other.

"I about died when I saw her on the stage. She was so close to the edge and she was trying to take those headphones off. When Brett told me she was about to fall off I don't know something just like came over me it was stupid." Lindsey explains.

"I had to put those things on her head several times throughout the night, she hates them. But she wouldn't have gone out there if I hadn't of gone pee." Stevie states.

"Well, you can't really ignore nature's call." Lindsey kisses her.

"I know, I'll be more careful with her tomorrow," Stevie replies.

"Nah, I kind of liked bringing her up there. If it happens again tomorrow I won't care." Lindsey explains.