They came home and every time I tried to touch her, Robin growled. So, my daughter is almost one month old and I'm living with John and Christine McVie. We go into the studio tomorrow and I know Robin is going to be breathing down my neck.

So far Fleetwood Mac has been getting paid two hundred dollars a week just because Christine went in and made some demos so I've put a down payment on a plot of land. It' s on a hill and if you go down from the hill about a half a mile there's a little pond. I know that Stevie likes water. I just hope we can move in one day as a happy family. But right now, I can't see that happening. I've written a song called Go Your Own Way. It's kind of mean but it's how I'm feeling right now.

***

The next morning we wait for forty minutes before Stevie walks in. She's an absolute mess.

"Lindsey!" She yells running into my chest.

"What?" I ask.

"Come home. Robin left yesterday to move into her house with Kim and I regret everything I did and said in the hospital. It hurt so bad and I wanted you to hold me but you couldn't and I let Robin talk me into not letting you hold her. I physically can't do this without you." Stevie cries and Sara starts crying.

I pull away from Stevie and go to the baby carriage. There I pick up my baby girl for the first time. She's so small and fragile. She's wearing a onesie with moons and stars on it. I tuck her to my chest and slowly sway back and forth. She quiets slightly but she doesn't completely stop.

"Oh baby, daddy's got you. You're okay." I coo.

"Lindsey, Stevie, Sara...I want you to meet Ken Calliet and Richard Dashut. They're producing and engineering the album." Mick says walking into the studio.

"We know Richard, He engineered Buckingham Nicks," I say shifting the baby so I could shake their hands.

"I'm glad to see you two with a baby. Spreading magical musician genes to the next generation." Richard smiles.

"She does love when I sing." Stevie smiles.

"As long as that kid doesn't ruin my recording's we'll be okay." Ken states

"She's a baby, she cries, eats, poops, and sleeps. If she's not in the booth she shouldn't be a problem." Mick states.

"Look, leave our baby out of it," I say defensively.

"Fine," Ken says scampering away, but not before checking my wives breasts out. I will say that they have gotten bigger since her pregnancy but that doesn't give anybody the right to look at them. Only me.

***

Moving back home is great. However, I'm still sleeping on the couch. Four months is way too long. On Valentine's day, I'm getting Sara ready to go to the studio when the phone rings.

"I've got it," Stevie yells.

"Hello, Buckingham Residence this is Stephanie how can I help you."

"Stevie it's Greg. My dad died." He says.

"What?" I ask.

"My dad had a heart attack at seven this morning. He died in his car. He was getting gas." Greg explains.

"Oh dear. I'll tell Lindsey, we're on our way." I say sadly wiping a tear from my eye.

"Lindsey," I say taking a shaky breath.

"Yes, dear?" Lindsey asks handing me the baby.

"Um, Greg just called." I bite my thumbnail.

"Oh, what did he say?" Lindsey questions.

"Lindsey, your father passed away this morning. He was getting gas. We need to go home." I sigh placing my free hand on his shoulder.

"Steph, can you leave me alone for a minute," Lindsey says sadly.

"Absolutely, I'm going to go make some phone calls and start packing. Do you want me to bring Sara with me?" I question.

"No, leave her." He says.

I nod and place her in the baby swing. I call Fleetwood Mac and they give our condolences. And I start packing. I took three weeks off knowing Lindsey is going to want to stay with his mom for a while. I also phone my parents and then place our bags in the living room. I look to the couch. Lindsey is shattered. He was close with his dad and seeing him clutching Sara to his chest sobbing is breaking my heart.

"Baby, we have a long ride. Let's feed her and we can get going." I tell him.

"What about work?" Lindsey asks wiping his eyes.

"I've called them. Ken and Mick are pissed but John and Christine sent their condolences." I explain heating the formula. I opted not to breastfeed.

"How long do we have?" Lindsey questions.

"Three weeks, then I have to come do vocals. But Lindsey, if you want to stay longer you can." I reply handing him the bottle so he could feed her.

"Steph, am I going to be a good dad?" Lindsey asks.

"Baby, you'll be amazing. She already loves you and you love her." I say getting on my tiptoes and kissing him. It becomes very passionate and it deepens quickly. We haven't properly kissed in six months. A half a year.

***

Arriving at the Buckingham house, there are already several cars in the driveway. When we walk in, Ruth is surrounded by many people only noticing us when Sara let out an ear-piercing scream. Her hungry cry.

All eyes land on us as I take the baby from her carrier. Lindsey starts on a bottle and I walk over to Ruth.

"Oh, Stevie." She cries as I hug her, and she takes the baby.

"Ruth," A woman with black hair says from next to my mother-in-law.

"Everyone, except for Meredith and Allie knows my son Lindsey. This is his wife Stevie and their daughter. My grandbaby, Sara." Ruth says as Lindsey waves and hands his mother her bottle.

"Stevie, Lindsey, this is Greg's girlfriend Meredith and Jeff's girlfriend Allie," Ruth says.

"Nice to meet you," I say shaking their hands.

"How old is she?" Allie, a redhead asks eyeing my baby.

"She'll be a month old in two days." I smile as Ruth rocks her.

"You look so thin already. A lot of mothers still pack on weight I'm a pediatric nurse." Meredith smiles.

"She was a small baby, six pounds. I only gained like twenty-five pounds." I explain.

***

After everyone is gone and Sara's asleep, Ruth takes us into the kitchen.

"His will reading is tomorrow and then we have to plan his funeral." Ruth sighs.

"My parents will be here for the funeral," I say sipping on some tea.

"Oh good. I miss Barbara. She was one of my only friends. All the women that were here were the wives of Morris' coworkers and clients. I can't even begin to call them friends. How long are you guys here?" Ruth questions.

"Sara and I are here for three weeks. Lindsey can leave with us or after depending on what's going on." I explain.

"Alright. All six of you are staying. Childhood bedrooms and all. Lindsey and Stevie are in his room. I know you are all adults, I do have a guest room if you girls don't want to share with Jeff or Greg. But I'll let you discuss that. It's only fair. I let Stevie and Lindsey stay here alone for three days. My one request though, Could Sara sleep with me?" Ruth twiddles her thumbs.

"Absolutely." Lindsey and I say at the same time.

"What's her schedule?" Ruth questions.

"She ate around eight, so she should be good until midnight. She'll wake up at two. Normally for a diaper then she'll need to eat again at four. Then she'll sleep however long she likes then when she's up, she's up." I say handing over the essentials Ruth will need.

"So I'll sleep on the floor," Lindsey says as we carry our stuff into his childhood room.

"No, I miss you, Lindsey. It's been so long since I slept in your arms. Right now, I need to." I sigh.

He nods and strips down to his boxers and climbs into bed. After I do my nightly routine I collapse into my husband's arms.

***

Sitting in a lawyers office waiting for my father-in-law's will to be read is stressful. Especially with my nervous husband jiggling his legs and my mother-in-law hiding her grief by spending all of her time with my baby.

"Alright, shall we begin...Mr. Buckingham's will says as follows. My coffee plantation is granted to my son Jeff. The title will be passed on to him and he can do with it what he wishes. Gregory will receive one-third of my remaining money. Stephanie Lynn Nicks-Buckingham will receive one-third of my money to be placed in an account for my granddaughter Sara Rhiannon Buckingham. She will also receive the musical equipment in the basement of the coffee plant. The piano was always her favorite. It will be placed in a storage unit. The storage unit and the final third of my money goes to my son Lindsey. For the house, he's building. May he and Stephanie fill the house with everything in the unit. More grandchildren, and love. I've been filling the unit with things for them since they announced their engagement in 1972. My wife Rutheda gets the house and all my other worldly possessions. For her to do with as she will." The lawyer reads.

"Thank you," Ruth says, then Lindsey Is handed a set of keys as is Jeff.

When we get home hell breaks loose.

"How come all Greg got was money! I happened to have liked that Piano." Meredith squawks.

"Meredith, Greg won a silver medal at the Olympics. And besides, Jeff was always the favorite." Lindsey says taking Sara from Ruth.

"It sounds like your precious Stevie is the favorite. Music equipment, a storage unit for your new house." Meredith states.

"Hey, I'm fine with that. We're broke, we've been living paycheck to paycheck All I have done on the house is the plot of land and a plan drawn up. The less I have to buy the better." Lindsey fires back.

"I just think Greg should've gotten more." Meredith spits.

"Children enough. What's done is done." Rutheda scolds as Sara starts to cry.

"Mom, I'll take her upstairs. You and the boys go start the next steps. I'll make dinner." I say taking the baby from Lindsey.

"Could you make that spaghetti Bolognese. You made it that one Christmas." Ruth asks.

"Of course." I smile walking upstairs.

***

We made it through Morris' funeral and my parents drove me home to LA. I still can't believe Lindsey is building us a house. He won't disclose anything to me though.

"Stevie, do that line again. It needs to be sharper.": Ken says from the booth Christine is watching Sara for me. Lindsey stayed back to make sure his mother would be okay on her own. Greg and Jeff are no more than thirty minutes away, but Lindsey has always been a momma's boy.

"NO! That note is fine. Stevie can't get that note any sharper." Lindsey's back.

"I just think it could be better." Ken sighs.

"Stevie and I have been working on Rhiannon since before Sara was even in her uterus. It's fine how it is." Lindsey states.

He just nods. We finish the final take and I go greet him with a kiss

"How's mom?" I ask.

"She's holding on." Lindsey smiles.