She comes home today. Then Monday we go back to work. A fourth Fleetwood Mac album. Sara is staying with Samantha, Mason is going with Greg, Meredith, and Joey. Greg just accepted a job as the new biology teacher at Beverly Hills High School, a Half an hour away from LA fifteen minutes from our home, and most likely where our Children will go to school. I plan on giving Stevie that ring tonight. I made Hamburger Helper. She might throw up, but that was the meal I made when I was going to propose.

Her car pulled up right at five and when she walked in, she was prowling for her children.

"Angel, they're not here. Sara is at Samantha's and Mason is having a cousin sleepover. Greg took a job teaching High School Biology with Deb and Paul. They moved here a month ago." I explain.

"I want to see my babies." She pouts.

"I know, you'll see them first thing in the morning. However, we're having a nice couples evening. I made dinner." I explain

"What kind of dinner?" She cocks her eyebrow at me.

"Hamburger Helper," I say smugly

"You're fucking kidding me right?" She groans.

"I am not. Come on." I say grabbing her hand and leading her to the kitchen.

"You really did make Hamburger Helper." She sighs.

"And I didn't ruin your electric skillet." I smile

Halfway through dinner, I clear my throat.

"Do you remember when I proposed to you, and I said I'd have a better ring for you someday?" I ask.

"Yes, but I like my rings." She says looking at her hand.

"Well, I was going to give you this on our seventh wedding anniversary, and I didn't want to wait until our ninth. However, we haven't celebrated our anniversary in a while." I explain handing her the new ring.

"Oh Lindsey, it's gorgeous. Can I wear it on my left hand?" She asks.

"You can wear it however you want." I shrug.

She slides her wedding band and engagement ring over to her right hand and placing the new ring in its place.

"Does it look okay?" She asks holding her hand out to me.

"It looks great," I say kissing her.

The kiss intensifies, though I doubt myself the sweet moans coming from my wife spur me forward. I grab her by the ribs and hoist her around my waist, my hands falling to her ass. Her handkerchief skirt bunching up. When we get upstairs I rip her pantyhose off and she stops.

"Lindsey, please. Don't tease me with this." She says tears in her eyes.

When we're both naked, I go to push in and she stops me.

"It's been a while." She whines.

"I know." I nod.

When I do get in her folds, she screams. Tear pouring out.

"I'm hurting you," I say hurriedly.

She doesn't say anything just digs her heel in my back and keeps me going, We made love for the first time in two years. Tears stream down her face as she falls asleep on my chest.

***

The next morning, I wake up around eight just in time for my charges to get home. They're watching television when Stevie limps her way into the kitchen.

"Sore?" I ask.

"Very. But it's good. What time is it?" She asks pressing against me, sticking her hands in my back pocket.

"Eleven thirty. About time for their lunch." I smile.

"I'll make mac and cheese. Sara loves it." Stevie beams.

"An hour later, Stevie's pulling the steaming dish from the oven.

"They're oblivious." Stevie spits crossing her arms.

"It's not good." I agree.

"Lunch!" Stevie yells.

"Okay, momma," Sara yells back.

"Mommy!" Sara yells running to her mom.

"Momma," Mason yells following on his chubby toddler legs.

"My babies!" Stevie cheers hugging them closely.

"Miss you," Mason says nuzzling into his mother.

"I missed you too." She says.

After lunch, we're watching a movie and the children are attached to their mother.

***

Going into the recording of our fourth album I'm feeling really good about everything going on. There is only one problem. When there's something good, something bad always follows.

"Well, you two look happy," I say as Mick and John walk into our house.

"We are both getting married," Mick says.

"Who is getting married?" Stevie asks coming in wiping her hands on her dress. The kids are probably eating breakfast.

"John is marrying Julie and I am marrying Sarah, a girl I met at a bar a few months back." Mick cheers.

"Well, you should bring them around. Let us meet them. Julie better be okay with John working with his ex-wife." Stevie places a hand on her hip and the other arm on my shoulder.

"How does tomorrow sound?" John questions.

"Fine, come in and eat. I made scrambled eggs." Stevie smiles.

***

The next morning I met Sarah, Mick, John, Julie, and Christine at the front door. Leading them into the kitchen, Chaos ensues.

"Mom! Mason threw pancakes at me. Now I'm all sticky." Sara yells.

"Mason." Stevie looks at him she's mastered the mom look now.

He just giggles and throws more food. Landing his sister right in the face.

"Mason!" Stevie repeats harsher. Just then Sara starts throwing pancakes as well.

"Sara! Mason!" Stevie yells to no avail, suddenly the front of her dress is covered in syrup.

"Lindsey." Stevie stomps her foot.

"SARA RHIANNON, MASON MORRIS, ENOUGH!" I yell to my full voice causing everyone including my wife to jump.

They both freeze. Sara slowly turns around and looks at me.

"But daddy, Mason started it." Sara gives her mother's pout.

"I don't care who started it. I'm ending it. Sara, go to your room and clean yourself up. You will be helping your mother clean this mess up. Then, when Aunt Meredith gets here you are to spend your day in your room. As for your brother, he will be spending his day in the baby cage. No toys. Just the cage. Both of you are in a time out." I explain.

"No Daddy!" Mason yells.

"Yes, Mason." I stare him down.

"Oh my goodness. I am so sorry. I'm Stevie Nicks-Buckingham." Stevie says running her hand through her hair.

"It's alright. They're awful cute. I am Sarah Recor, Micks' fiancé." The tall brunette introduces herself.

"I'm Julie. How old are they?" The other says.

"Sara is six and Mason is two. I hope it won't be too confusing with Sara and Sarah." Stevie replies.

"Well, we could call our daughter by her nickname." I chime in.

"Oh, good idea." Stevie smiles.

When Sara comes downstairs, Stevie hands her a wet rag.

"I want you to wipe the table down while I go and clean your brother and myself up. When you're done with the table then you can clean up the high chair." Stevie states firmly.

Our daughter just nods her head and goes to do what her mother says.