I don't want to be here. We flew into Cleveland last night and we're staying at the Ritz. I wasn't going to make my kids stay in a crappy motel. 350 dollars a night for three nights, isn't that big of a deal. But spending 150 on sixteen tickets was enough to make my wallet cry. Everyone came. Sara, Nick, Ryder, Merrick, and Marah. They left Kinley, their newest baby girl with Nick's parents which makes sense she's only a few months old, she was born in July, and going to the concert would be too much for her. Mason and Violet are here, they found out they were expecting their fourth in August and Violet's due in February. Noah, Evelyn, and Rhen are here. Joshua and Kitty are here as well. I surprised everyone by also inviting Christopher and Lori. Jessie came with her boyfriend Alec, and their baby boy Roman.

Emmeline bought each of her nieces and nephews some shirts, and I bought her a shirt. I told her it was included in her birthday gift and I'll buy her one at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as well. The concert was okay, I would've liked it better if I was singing Second Hand News with my wife and Go Your own way, and though I hate to admit it...they did put on a good show. They certainly had my foot tapping and my hands playing a slight air guitar at parts. My solos in The Chain and Go Your Own Way.

After the concert, I sent my charges back to the hotel and I got myself backstage to wait in Stevie's dressing room. The two of us haven't held a proper conversation since February and it was literally the what do you want for dinner conversation. It also didn't help that I sued them for damages and they have to pay me 700 dollars every night that they sing those two songs.

"Stevie, your car is waiting whenever you're ready." I hear Karen say from outside the door.

"Alright. Karen, did you say you were hanging out with Ray Tonight?" Stevie questions.

"Yes Why?" Karen continues.

"How is Ray here?" Stevie asks.

"I don't know. Maybe your asshole husband gave him some days off." Karen spits.

"Oh well, have a good night. I'll be fine, did you pack me a bag?" She asks.

"Yes, I did. Have a good night." Karen says as Stevie walks into the room.

She briefly glances at me and goes about her routine.

"Lindsey, baby, can you unzip me?... Lindsey!" Stevie gasps stopping and making her way towards me.

"Hi, angel." I chuckle.

"Why are you here?" She asks hugging me.

"Emmeline only wanted Fleetwood Mac tickets for her birthday and I have been meaning to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for a while now. So I am kidnapping you. Everyone is here, all of the grandkids and kids. But Steph, we do need to talk about a lot of things. But, this trip is not the time." I sigh.

"I know...I am sorry though, and I am so glad that you're here. In all seriousness, will you unzip me?" She chuckles.

"Of course," I say turning her around and moving her hair out of the way.

***

going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with seven kids was a stupid move on our part, no matter how much the adults outweighed the kids it was still hectic. We were eating at the food court. Food that was way too overpriced for my liking but I paid anyway. And people were gawking at us, all too scared to approach because of the little kids surrounding us making the loudest noises possible. But the air around us is tense. Emmeline, Stevie, and I are sharing a hotel room and when we got back Emmeline was just getting out of the shower drying her hair. She took one look at Stevie and chucked her towel at her mother and said 'Gee look who showed up...She only missed like seven birthdays and two holidays.' Emmeline was literally her mother and she was pissed and that meant she was holding a grudge against the woman that gave birth to her and I could see the hurt and tears in Stevie's eyes as she folded the towel and placed it under the sink. The whole ride to our hotel she was saying how she couldn't wait to tell Emmeline how proud she was of the album and that she had bought a copy on iTunes herself and the solo was gorgeous. But that absolutely did not happen.

"I just want to go to the dress and go back to the hotel and sleep." Emmeline hisses from her spot across from her mother, where Roman is asleep on his great-aunt's chest. She has a migraine to top everything off. At least she still manages to look happy for pictures.

"What dress?" Marah asks from her spot on my lap.

"Nana's dress," Emmeline repeats.

"NANA'S DRESS!" Marah screeches.

"Yes, Nana's dress," Emmeline repeats. A groan squeaking from her lips.

"Mom, you have a dress in here?" Sara asks sipping on her soda.

"I donated the Rumours dress when Fleetwood Mac was inducted," Stevie replies playing with Roman's blonde curls.

"Oh, I didn't know you donated anything," Sara replies.

"What else was I going to do with a twenty-year-old dress that was like six sizes too small for me at that point?" Stevie gawks her eyebrow at Sara.

"Aunt Emmeline, do you remember when Fleetwood Mac was inducted?" Merrick asks.

"No. I was in Nana's belly." Emmeline shakes her head.

"Oh." Merrick shrugs.

"Well let's go see it," Marah demands.

We got to where it's located and Evelyn starts gawking at it.

"Nana, was that really yours?" Evelyn questions.

"Yes, it was. I wore it on the Rumours cover." She repeats some information from the previous conversation and pointing to the album that was hung up right next to it.

"It so small, it would fit me. How did it fit you?" Evelyn questions as Stevie's mouth drops.

"Evelyn, that wasn't nice." Violet scolds but she's laughing anyways.

"Well, Miss. Ev, That was before your daddy, Uncle Josh, and Aunt Emmeline where born. You know that when people have babies they gain a little bit of weight." Stevie grits out.

"Oh, okay." She shrugs.

"Let's get a picture, you, me and Nana." Emmeline smiles handing me her phone.

We part ways with a chaste kiss. She's going somewhere in Wisconsin and I am going home because now, I am Mr. Stevie Nicks. Things have changed a lot.