High Priestess

5.9

December 24, 1980

Stevie was feeling good. Well, unproductive more than good but she felt okay. Her counseling had gotten to the point where he had given her a drug. Said drug was called Klonopin. It was a take as needed and she found herself taking it at least once a day. Since going to therapy the memories had been drudged up and she'd find herself sitting bolt upright in bed from a nightmare and the pills would make her go back to sleep. They calmed her. She knew it was a sedative as it was used mostly for seizures, and it made her not want to do anything. But it wasn't a sedative like they used at Crossley. Her arms and legs weren't heavy and she was still able to go about her everyday life running after her terrible two-year-old. 

It was hard. It almost seemed harder raising Emlyn by herself now than it did when Lindsey was on tour because she knew that Lindsey would eventually be home, but she didn't know when he was coming home now. Emlyn was miserable. The girl was a definition of Daddy's Girl. Even though she looked like Stevie-with Lindsey's brown curls-and had her attitude Emlyn was definitely her father's daughter. Emlyn had started throwing fits because Lindsey wasn't there. Stevie would try to do something for her, help her dress, do her hair, give her a bath, hell, even playing with her and Roxy outside. But Emlyn would screech out "Da-Da" and then Stevie would stick her in front of the television because she'd get frustrated. 

Emlyn was having one of those tantrums when Lindsey walked into the Pacific Palisades home. He greeted Roxy and then followed the sound into the living room where Stevie was wrestling with her on the couch trying to get her Pajamas on. 

"DADDY!!! DADDDY!!! DA-DA!" Emlyn's sobbing but at the same time, she's screeching and arching her back to try and get away from Stevie. 

Lindsey's heart fluttered because his daughter was missing him so much but he knew that Stevie was getting frustrated so before she could scold her or do anything, he immediately swooped in like the Superman he was, took Emlyn by her hips which were up in the air. Stevie who had been holding onto her ankles when Lindsey grabbed her let go and just collapsed back into the couch.  

Lindsey just held the nakedish toddler-she had a diaper on-in his arms for a minute as she screamed and cried until she calmed down and finally registered that her father was holding her and her cries turned into little hiccups.

"Hey, Em...What's the matter huh, why are you so upset?" Lindsey asks.

"Daddy." She states her head falling into the crook of his neck.

"Yeah, I'm right here, come on, let's let momma put your jammies on you now," Lindsey demands sitting on the couch next to Stevie who starts dressing her as she sniffles into her dad's neck.

"There we go, that's better. I love your little Charlie Brown jammies." Lindsey kisses her cheek as Stevie finally gets to zip her up.

"I wish you had been here an hour ago, bathtime was terrible," Stevie replies her head involuntarily falling onto Lindsey's bicep.

"Her hair isn't wet." Lindsey looks at her curiously.

"I know. She wouldn't even let me set her in the tub. I love her...but she's frustrating. You saw that tantrum she just pulled, and you want another one." She points out.

"She was missing me Steph." He rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, I know. Tell me about it, Daddy that's all I hear every time. And the occasional No momma." Stevie explains. 

"Well, she's falling asleep so I'm going to put her to bed." Lindsey pushes himself off of the couch Emlyn's head still tucked into his neck.

"I'll come with you." Stevie sighs heaving herself up 

Once the parents had gotten their child into her crib, Stevie just tapped him on the shoulder.

"What?" He whispers looking at the sleeping child and adjust the blanket up around her shoulders. 

Stevie just stands on her toes and she kisses him. Passionately and then Lindsey looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.

"What?" He questions.

"I physically haven't seen you in about two months and I missed the shit out of you." She responds pulling him out into the hall of their baby's bedroom. It's set up exactly like the one at their old house, save for the layout but all the furniture and the decor is the same. 

"Well, I missed you too. But what is all of this?" He asks.

"Go downstairs and put Roxy out for her nightly potty and then leave her downstairs.' Stevie whispers seductively. 

Lindsey just gives her a look and shakes his head before going to do what his wife wants. While Lindsey is taking care of Roxy, she slips into her sexiest negligee, she had bought it that morning knowing the plan she had put in place. Lindsey loves her in red so that's exactly what she bought a see-through, lace, red negligee. She fluffed her hair and put on bright red lipstick and then she looked at the pill bottle. She quickly took a pill and swallowed it shutting it back up in the nightstand drawer and as the effects of the pill were kicking in, Lindsey got back into the Master Bedroom,  and Stevie smiled seductively at him, and yet again he gave her a confused look.  

She crawled off of the bed and grabbed his shirt leading him to the middle of the bed. She kissed him for a while and he barely registered her hand working on his member until it actually started to hurt and then he realized that what she was doing, gyrating her hips back and forth, touching him the most intimately she could, had turned him on. 

"Steph we..." He gulps. She just held her finger to his lips and then she discarded the Negligee and his jeans.

"Stevie." He tries again. 

She just gives him a silencing look and then she mounts him and she makes it all of the way even starting to bounce, moaning and groaning, her hand in her hair. It takes all the willpower in Lindsey's body not to flip them but when she begs for him to go harder he does flip them and that night the two of them were joined as one yet again for the first time in two years both reaching amazing climaxes. 

Stevie had rolled off of Lindsey after they came down from their highs and she waddled her way to her normal red silk negligee that had been draped over the armchair. 

"I like the other one better." He pouts.

"Honey, we still have to do Santa and if I put the other one on we aren't going to get anything done." She kisses him again and that's when Lindsey notices the lifelessness behind her eyes but he doesn't question it. 

They were spending Christmas together just the three of them, as it wasn't their kid's first Christmas, and given their circumstance at the time they just didn't feel like traveling. Their families understood though and that's all that mattered.  

Come Christmas night though, after they had mind-blowing sex for the second time in the row, Lindsey initiating it this time Stevie having to sneakily take the pill, she looked up at him as they were laying in bed. 

"I want you to come home. I'm sick of this separation bullshit. Two and a half months was enough." 

"Thank God, Ray's couch was killing my back." Lindsey chuckles.