The Rumours tour is in full swing. My beautiful wife is twenty-eight years old and our sweet little baby is turning three. She's potty trained and sleeping in her own big girl bed. If Stevie leaves clothing out for her she'll put them on and the phrase 'I do it.' Is very popular in our house now. Stevie is still strung out on cocaine and as much as I hate it and I've told her so countless times it always ends up in an argument, so I've pretty much dropped it at this point.

Today I turn 28, and what better way to celebrate it is by performing. We're in San Diego tonight, which is good. It's close to our home. Robin has Sara and Stevie and I are going to spend some much needed time alone in a hotel. Then we're off for two weeks before going to Europe. We'll be getting through New Zealand, Australia, and Japan and then flying back for Christmas. In the new year, we start working on Album number three.

***

The concert goes by extremely quickly and before long, Stevie is screaming her way through Rhiannon. Everything is muscle memory at this point. Songbird isn't over quick enough and soon we're in an elevator going up to our suite. We haven't properly done anything remotely sexual since we moved into our house, and that first steamy elevator kiss has me at full mast almost immediately.

The clothes come off and we collapse in the bed. Moan after moan, and embarrassingly quickly I'm releasing inside of her. It goes as simple as saying that round one is just fucking but round two was making love as if all the drama of Rumours was put passed us.

"Happy Birthday Linds," Stevie says sleepily.

"Thank you for making it the best birthday ever," I say into her hair.

"Love you." She mumbles

"Love you too Angel." I smile and close my eyes.

***

Arriving home, our toddler comes running towards us arms flying.

"Hey, sweet girl," Stevie says lifting the child into her arms.

"Momma missed you." Sara coos.

"Oh, I missed you too sweet girl." Stevie smiles squeezing her tightly.

Stevie is a great mother, and I am so glad she didn't listen to my stupid remarks when she first told of her pregnancy. Robin and I, however, are still not on good terms and it's been three years.

"Thank you, Robin, how was she?" Stevie asks.

"She was a gem like always. Kim is pretty upset though, he doesn't like me going on tour with you. Says it's not fair I spend all my time with you. I probably won't go these last two months with you guys." Robin sighs.

"Good, you should go spend time with him. What's it been four years now and you've seen him like what a full year." I spit.

"Lindsey." Stevie hisses.

"He's right, Stevie." Robin exhales.

"No, he's not. We pay you. You're a nanny, my assistant, and a vocal coach." Stevie says defensively.

"And I'll still be all that. I just want to take a few months off. I've gotta go. She hasn't eaten lunch yet." Robin hugs Stevie and leaves.

"I'm glad. She's been nothing but constant in our life since she moved here." I say taking Sara from her.

"Lindsey, she's my best friend," Stevie says going into the kitchen.

"I know, but she's always around us. She's still pissed about how your pregnancy panned out. Do you see the looks she gives me if I even look at Sara while she's around? I'm scared that if I literally touch you or Sara gently, she's going to bite my head off." I explain.

"She's my best friend. My only friend for a while. She's just protective. Mac and Cheese or Egg Salad?" Stevie asks.

"Egg salad, but when I do that with other men, like Curie or Ken you call me possessive. We're running in circles Steph." I say sitting Sara on the floor where the Looney Toons are playing on the Television.

"Can we just drop the conversation?" Stevie asks starting to boil some eggs.

"No, I'm tired of being pushed back. We've fought through most of this album. Hell, I'm still angry that ROBIN talked you into not letting me hold her as a newborn. I missed the most crucial stages of her development because you two practically pushed me out of the apartment." I hiss.

"Oh, stop it! That was three years ago. I told you I was wrong." Stevie says.

"I'm still angry about it though. I was really hurt by that." I reply.

"Alright, I'll talk to Robin. I'm sorry." Stevie says coming around the island to hug me.

***

As the tour ends, Stevie is being awfully sluggish.

"Are we getting too old for this?" Stevie asks as we board the plane to head home, Sara perched on my lap.

"No, never. Maybe you should go to the doctor when we get home. You've been feeling poorly lately." I say wrapping my arms around her.

"It's nothing a toot won't fix." She says walking towards the bathroom of the plane. I roll my eyes but let her go.

When she returns, she takes Sara into her lap.

"If it'll make you happy, I'll go to the doctor when we get home. Sara baby, do you want to do spider?" She flips the toddler around to face her.

"Itsy..Itsy...ider up da spout down came rain was ider out. Itsy...Itsy ider up spout again." Sara sings along to Stevie mimicking her actions.

Sitting on the Doctor's table swinging my legs I get a weird feeling in my stomach. I don't know what's wrong and I really want to know because even the cocaine isn't helping me cope with the amount of tiredness I've been feeling.

"Mrs. Buckingham I'm worried." The doctor comes back in.

"About what?" I question perking up my stomach dropping.

"Well, your blood tests showed the hCG hormone, which is the pregnancy hormone. However, your blood work also showed a dangerous amount of Cocaine in your system. Dangerous enough to abort or affect the fetus in the long run. Is this an unwanted pregnancy?" The doctor questions.

"No, I didn't even know I was pregnant." I shake my head eyes wide.

"When was your last cycle?" The doctor questions.

"I don't know. It's always been abnormal, and I do get really bad ovarian cysts that caused scarring on my ovaries and I was told by several doctors that I didn't have the best chance at getting pregnant, but this would be baby number two." I say hurriedly.

"It's Okay Mrs. Buckingham, we can do a scan just to make sure. When was the last time you had intercourse?" The doctor asks.

"Oh, October," I state.

"That would put you at about three months. Have you had any other symptoms of pregnancy?"

"Just fatigue. I've had no morning sickness yet or anything." I shrug.

"Every pregnancy is different. Can I have you lay back and lift your blouse?" He questions, as a nurse wheels in a machine.

I let out a breath as he squirts the gel on my stomach and places the transductor on my abdomen. Very quickly a strong heartbeat fills the room and tears well up in my eyes and then I semi-bolt up onto my elbows.

"Cocaine," I say

"The baby is measuring a bit small because cocaine does suppress your appetite, but the baby is looking perfectly healthy. However, you are clearly addicted. Just by looking at your blood levels I know. And I know that sounds harsh but it's true. You need to sober up very quickly. If you weren't pregnant I'd tell you to go to rehab but, rehab is aggressive. Detoxing on your own won't be easy but it'll be far better for the baby." The doctor sighs wiping off my stomach and handing me the sonogram picture.

"Thank you," I say wiping the tears from my eyes.

Getting in the car, I place my hands over my stomach and close my eyes.

"I'm so sorry baby," I whisper.

When Stevie comes home from the doctor, our little girl is eating some mac and cheese I whipped up from Stevie's leftovers and when Stevie sees Sara a smile appears on her face.

"What did the doctor say?" I ask taking my own bite of mac and cheese from Sara's bowl.

"NO DADDY!" She yells slamming her hand down.

"Lindsey...didn't you just love when Sara was a baby?" She asks playing with our daughter's brown wavy ponytail.

"What I got to be a part of. Why?" I question.

"Lindsey...I'm pregnant and I'm scared because he said the cocaine I've been taking has left the baby underweight for where I'm supposed to be at and I need to detox." She says tears welling up in her eyes and my mouth drops open.

"Baby...are you sure?" I gawk standing up and engulfing her in my arms.

"Ten weeks, I've started my third month." She sniffles.

"My birthday?" I say

"Yeah. the timing was right I guess." She chuckles.

"Momma," Sara announces.

"Hey Baby." She sniffles picking her up out of the toddler chair.

"Should you be holding her?" I question.

"Yes, I'm fine. Sara baby...Momma and daddy have to tell you something." Stevie says looking at Sara.

"What?" Sara asks.

"Well sweetheart, very soon you're going to have a baby sibling. Momma's having a baby." Stevie tells her gently.

"Baby, where at?" Sara questions. She's at that intuitive stage.

"It's in momma's belly," I say placing my hand over her stomach.

"How come it's in her belly. Did you eat it?" Sara questions as we both laugh.

"No baby, I didn't eat it. They're in there because they have to grow and develop so they can come to meet you." Stevie pokes her nose causing the little girl to giggle.

"Oh otay." Sara nuzzles into Stevie's neck.

"Listen, Sara, you can't tell anyone. We have to keep it a secret for a while just between us." Stevie says.

"Otay." She smiles.

"Pinkie Promise?" Stevie holds up her pinkie

"Pinti Pwomise." Sara holds her finger up and Stevie curls hers around our daughters.

"Daddy! Pinti Pwomise!" Sara scolds. I laugh and wrap my pinkie around both Sara's and Stevie's.

"Oh, which reminds me, eat something quick. We have a band meeting in two hours." I say looking up at the clock on the wall.

"What about?" Stevie pouts. She clearly just wants to spend time with Sara and I think she's trying to avoid the cocaine that will most definitely be there.

"The third album. And Fleetwood Mac's checkbook." I wince taking Sara from her.

"Alright, are we bringing Sara?" Stevie asks walking towards the fridge.

"I want to spend some time with her, so we might as well, and I really don't want to call Robin." I sigh kissing her blonde shag perm.

"Dress her in something nice, please. Do you want a sandwich?" She asks.

"Please," I answer walking upstairs.

I sit Sara on her toddler bed and dig through her clothing. I can't say I'm the best at picking clothes out for my child, but I figure a black velvet dress, white tights, and a white sweater would be tolerable. I grab her black Mary Janes and give them to her.

"Alright, get dressed. Daddy'll be in my bedroom if you need me." I smile. She may be little, but I like to give her privacy and I have my own agenda.

I quickly start digging through all of my wives' belongings and grab at several bags of cocaine. I'm flushing them down the toilet when Sara toddles in.

"Addy help." She says handing me the tights. The one thing I don't know how to do. I've taken them off her mother several times but never put them on.

"MOMMA!" I yell.

Stevie comes up the stairs very carefully and walks into our room.

"Yes, Daddy?' She asks. I hand her the tights and Sara starts laughing. Stevie snorts and joins in. They laugh at me as Stevie squats down and gets the tights on our daughter. That's when I notice the Little baggy sticking out of the top of her boot.

I swoop in and grab it and she stands up quickly and looks at me.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"Stevie, you know what I'm doing," I state.

"No, I won't take it I promise. I just can't go to the studio without it because they'll suspect something and I..." She's making excuses.

"Stevie," I state firmly walking into our master bathroom and emptying the contents into the toilet and flush it. My wife is giving me the most hateful glare ever.

***

Arriving at Warner Brothers, we're holding Sara's hands and walking in when I see a familiar face sitting at the desk. Her nameplate reads Carol Ann Harris.

"Carol?" I ask approaching.

"Lindsey Hi! You remember me." She grins

"Yes, we danced at Robin's wedding," I say as Stevie tenses up and bends down taking Sara into her arms.

"Hi, I'm Carol Ann Harris, The secretary here at Warners." She holds her hand out to Stevie.

"Stephanie Buckingham. This is OUR daughter Sara." Stevie hisses emphasizing our. She's jealous.

"Oh, that makes sense, you cut in at Kim's wedding. I just thought you were a little overweight, but you were pregnant." Carol scoffs.

"We're here for the Fleetwood Mac meeting." Stevie spits.

"Oh yes, follow me," Carol says.

Walking into the meeting room there was booze everywhere and Mick was certainly drunk.

"Agh, Mr. Buckingham. Ms. Nicks. Welcome. I do apologize, we went over finances without you. Nothing regarding you has changed. Mick agreed to take less pay to cover the limo and private plane costs." The exec says.

"Alright, sounds decent. What else should we talk about?" Stevie asks shifting Sara to her other hip.

Just then, Mick spills a thing of beer on the table and the smell is overpowering. Stevie trusts Sara into my arms and pushes past Carol. She returns ten minutes after dabbing her mouth with some toilet paper.

"Ms. Nicks are you okay?" The exec questions.

"I must have eaten something funny," Stevie says giving me a look.

"I see, well, if you're okay. Shall we begin?"

"Yes." Stevie nods.

"Alright, this third album, we need a studio and an engineer. Mr. Buckingham, we've already established that you would produce the album. We also need a start and an end date. Whatever you do though, you must cover the losses. The white album didn't do well and the excessive use of luxuries while traveling even after the success of Rumours, has left a big dent. If this album doesn't do well, you'll have to go on a long tour. A year and a half minimum." He says.

"Well, what if I offset the costs?" I question.

"How do you propose that?" Mick looks at me. He's drunk and slightly high but not drunk enough to be incoherent.

"I built a studio in the basement of our house. It's fully functioning, we won't have to rent it out, and you won't have to pay me extra for producing it. Use what I would've been given as a raise to produce it to get us a sound engineer. I'll just take my normal pay." I suggest.

"I think that's a smart idea." Christine smiles.

"I'm all for it, I'll just have to go by and approve everything. John, Mick?" He asks.

"I'm okay with it." John shrugs.

"I don't know. I think it'll be a distraction. Your fleabag barking constantly. Your child running around. I don't like the idea. Besides a studio would be way more natural." Mick fights.

"Mick, we can't afford a studio and I can't be going to that shit-hole where we recorded Rumours. I would like to take a year off, but clearly, that is not going to happen." Stevie pipes up.

"And why not?" Mick asks.

"I just can't. It's December now, Sara is turning four next month and she'll be starting school in September. I'm not going to miss that by doing a two-year tour. I physically can't, and I won't." Stevie sighs.

"Love you're getting agitated take a hit," Mick says offering her a baggie of cocaine.

"No, Mick. I just had a hit before we got here. I don't need one right now." Stevie let's out a shaky breath.

"Another one won't hurt you. And back to Sara, it's just school." Mick states.

"No...Stevie, you're hiding something." Christine breaks in, knowing her best friend far too well.

Stevie and I exchange a look again. She sighs and stops Sara's artwork.

"Sara baby...tell everyone what we told you at lunch." Stevie requests.

"But we Pinti Pwomised." Sara's eyes go wide.

"How about this, go whisper it to Aunt Chrissie, but only Aunt Chrissie and you won't get in trouble, I promise," Stevie says brushing a stray piece of hair that fell out of her ponytail behind her little ear.

"Otay." She sighs hopping off my lap and running to Christine.

"What is it poppet?" Christine asks moving her wine as Sara climbs up on her lap. When Sara whispers in her ear her eyes go wide.

"Stevie's Pregnant." Christine cheers hugging Sara close.

"Well, I guess that settles it," Mick sighs throwing the baggie down onto the table.

"Congratulations Stevie." The exec laughs.