Whoever came up with music videos needs to be shot. Our fourth album, Mirage was released only a month ago and the label decided that we needed to pick singles and do music videos. Choosing songs was no easy task. Gypsy, our song for Robin is our first video.

As the day goes on, I watch my wife do the splits and do a shit ton of ballet. I don't know the steps but I've seen both my daughter and my wife do most of the steps. By the end of the night, we're finally on the last scene. I'm wearing a black fortified monkey suit. White shirt with a bow tie and a hat.

"Daddy, you look funny." Sara laughs

"I know." I chuckle crouching down in front of her.

"Mr. Buckingham, we're ready for you." The producer guy waves me forward.

"Shall we go Sweet Girl?" I ask

She nods and we go towards the man, her tiny hand in mine. Sara's only here because they wanted us to have little girl dancers. When we reach my wife, she has her hair in a bun topped with a little net veil. She's wearing a gorgeous long black dress.

"Wow mommy you look pretty. Doesn't she look pretty daddy?" Sara looks up at me.

"She looks absolutely beautiful," I answer.

"Thank you, sweet girl...Daddy." She winks at me.

They make Stevie and I dance together. When I spin her and pull her close to me, I kiss her wedding ring. She opted not to wear the three diamond ring today.

When we pick Mason up from Greg and Merridith's house he's sleeping like a rock. Bringing both of them home, Stevie carries a sleeping toddler in, I carry a child in. Sara passed out on the drive home.

"Only one more," I say when we meet in our room, their children in their dedicated rooms.

She wraps her arms around my waist, laying her head on my chest.

"Did I tell you how much I love you today?" She asks.

"Not yet...Stevie, what are you hiding?" I ask.

"Jimmy Iovine is coming on tour with us, as is Jenny, Lori, and Sharon. My first album did so well that we're doing a second one. I already have so many new songs." Stevie says.

"Well, at least you're not going to him this time." I sigh rubbing her shoulders.

"Lindsey, make love to me." She says our of the blue. I laugh but then I do.

***

Who the hell chose the Mojave Desert in Western Arizona for our final video shoot. We've just landed in Phoenix and though my wife grew up here, I haven't ever been. Walking from the ramp I'm already sweating and my poor children are no better.

"Mom I'm warm." Sara groans.

"It feels nice." Stevie scolds,

"Nice it's like the bloody fires of hell here." Mick states.

"It's nice." Stevie crosses her arms.

"You were born here. We weren't." I reply.

As I'm collectin out luggage, I hear a shrill voice. One I haven't heard in about a little over a decade. I had a girlfriend before Jodi and this is the one.

"Liddy! It is you!"

Both mine and Stevie's heads shift to the left. Stevie takes one glance at her and she latches onto my belt.

"Sherri Matthews, it's been a while," I reply.

"What are you doing in Arizona?" She asks.

"I'm here for work and to visit some family. But I could ask you the same thing." I reply.

"That's right, you're a big Rockstar, aren't you. I loved Tusk. I'm here because my aunt has Alzheimer's and she has no family so I volunteered to take care of her when her nurse can't. I'm waiting for my sister." She tells me.

"Lindsey, who is this lovely lady?" Mick breaks in.

"You're married. However, this is my ex-girlfriend, Sherrie Matthews. Sherrie, this is Mick Fleetwood, John and Christine McVie, and Stevie Nicks-Buckingham." I introduce

"You're married! I guess it has been sixteen years. You know, I always regretted breaking up with you. But your constant band things were driving me nuts. We never got to spend any time together. We could've been so happy." She states as Stevie tightens her hold on me.

"My mommy is prettier than you." Sara peers out from behind my wives legs.

"Oh, you have a child to." Sherrie's grin falls to a scowl.

"Two, actually," I say motioning to Jenny who is holding both our dog, Ginny, and Mason.

"Grandpa!" Sara shouts spotting my father-in-law.

"Sara!" He cheers crouching down to take her into his arms.

"Mr. Nicks! Hi." Sherrie waves.

"Oh, Sherrie, fancy meeting you here. I see you've met my guests for the week. Sherrie comes by and cleans every two days. She lives just next door." Jess explains.

"Lindsey and I used to date in High School." Sherrie states.

"I see. I'm glad I got you here. Barb wanted me to invite you and your sister over for dinner, one of these nights." Jess smiles.

"I'll run it by Candy when she lands. Would tonight be okay? Aunt Anne's session is tonight." Sherrie eyes me.

"Absolutely. I'll let Barb know. Oh, Teedee, Lori and Chris are in town. They're looking at houses together. They'll be staying with us too. Don't worry we have enough room." Jess states walking closer to me.

"Why are they looking at homes here?" Stevie questions.

"Christopher is done with college and he got a job at a marketing firm. I think Lori just wants to be close to him. She's really lovely but I think it's awful fast. They've only been dating a year but then I look at you and Lindsey." Jess chuckles.

"Alright, well we should be going. My kiddos are due for lunch and Mason needs a nap." Stevie pushes her fingernails deep into my waist.

"Oh yes...So Sherrie, seven?" Jess looks at her.

"Seven." She nods

***

When we get to my in-laws, Stevie is fuming.

"You're married...Well, I guess it has been sixteen years...Bite me." Stevie coos throwing her luggage on the bed.

"It sounds like somebody is jealous." I laugh

"You're a big rock star now," Stevie spits.

"Steph, I love you," I say wrapping my arms around her.

"I love you too. I just hate young girls thinking they have a chance with you." Stevie pouts.

"Angel, she was a year below me in school," I state

"Now I know how you felt about Don and me." Stevie sighs.

"Hey, that's over and done with," I tell her.

***

Dinner came way too quickly for my wife's taste. She glared at Sherrie all throughout dinner.

"So Sherrie, do you like music?" Mick asks out of the blue,

"OH Yes! I especially love the Eagles. Don Henley's new solo album is amazing. You know Don Henley very well, don't you Stevie. If Leather and Lace mean anything." Sherrie smirks.

"Our family freezes. Fleetwood Mac knows a little, but not the whole story.

"Leather and Lace?" Mick asks. Stevie's avoided playing them the album.

"I wrote it for Waylon Jennings and Jessie Colter. They opted against using it. Jimmy, my producer loved it so he suggested I sing it. I wanted to keep Fleetwood Mac and my solo work separate. So though Jimmy said Lindsey, I said Don." Stevie explains

The kids don't know she cheated, Not like they'd understand it anyway.

"I've read differently," Sherrie smirks.

"Sherrie," I say sternly.

"Fine," She sighs " But be wary of Tom Petty."

"Sherrie stay out of it." Her sister Candy pops in.

"I just think that Liddey deserves better," Sherrie says.

All of a sudden Stevie throws down her napkin and runs upstairs. I push back from the table and run after her. She's in our room sobbing into her pillows. Ginny is on the bed nuzzling into her mistress' side.

"Steph," I say.

"Lindsey." She mimics. I sigh and go gather her into my arms.

"Hey. I love you." I tell her.

"But she's right, you do deserve so much better. I had sex with Joe Walsh and Don Henley. I cheated on you. You should've filed for divorce when you first thought about it." Stevie cries.

"That's the thing about love Steph. I could have but I didn't because I love you. The mother of my children. The greatest gift anyone could give me. You mean everything to me and the thought of losing you kills me. I can't even imagine not being with you." I tell her.

A soft knock echoes at the door and I call for them to come in. Lori appears with a red knot on the top of her head.

"Hey, Sherrie and Candy went home. Sara's about to take a bath and she's insisting that Stevie braids her hair when she gets out. I told her I would but I guess I don't cut it." Lori states.

"Alright, I'll clean myself up." Stevie sniffs wiping under her eyes.

"Hey, she's a bitch." Lori smiles walking away.

"She was a bitch in High School as well," I grumble.

***

The next morning we're lugging jugs of water through the Mojave desert. Our crew beat us and has a trailer for each of us, so we aren't in the sun longer than necessary and my wife has slathered the four of us in sunscreen and then chucked the bottle in her brown leather purse.

Whoever decided to do a shoot in August, in Arizona, in the desert needs to get his head checked out. We're some sort of paleontologists digging up broken musical instruments. The only good thing about today is I get to watch my wife walk around in a very sexy red dress.

Between takes, she's feeding the children a picnic lunch in her trailer when I pull her aside.

"You know Mrs. Buck, you look good in red. You should wear it more." I whisper running my hands up and down her back.

"But black makes you look slimmer and after two children, I could use that." Stevie smiles.

"You are the same size you were when I married you," I tell her.

"My hips are wider from your demon spawn." Stevie wiggles her eyes.

"Momma nanas" On cue the two-year-old calls.

"You didn't eat your cheese and crackers. I'm not going to give you more bananas until you eat your cheese and crackers." Stevie says pulling away from me.

Both of our children have a healthy addiction to bananas. It may have something to do with Stevie's severe banana cravings while she was expecting.