Over the past couple of weeks, something has changed. Don is kind, thoughtful... we've gone out to dinner a couple of times and Lindsey isn't phased in the least. Lindsey has even invited him over to the cabin, gone out to look at Don's cars and they're almost buddy-buddy. One night at our house, Don kissed me on the cheek when we were doing dishes after dinner. I looked to Lindsey and he didn't bat an eye. What is going on?

"Linds, can we talk?" I ask, sitting next to him in his studio one night.

"Yeah babe, what's up?" He takes his headphones off and sits them down on the table.

"Are you not interested anymore? I mean, do I not do it for you?" I feel insecure and he sees that in me.

"What are you talking about? You drive your daddy wild, baby girl" He pulls me onto his lap and kisses me hard. Trouble, you are Lindsey. I smile briefly remembering him performing this song live, staring at me the entire time. He was singing only to me and after the show he had me, he had me good.

The spell is broken and I find my words again. I need to tell him how I feel. "Have you not seen how he's been with me? He's pushing his limits to see how far he can go. It's his way! Just last night, he kissed me on the cheek again and you didn't say anything"

"He was having a beer, you know how he gets"

"You're defending him?!" I say, pulling myself out of his grasp. "Whatever happened to you not trusting him?"

"I trust you" he says, standing up too.

"You said that but it doesn't matter! He's putting moves on me and I don't like it"

"Then tell him to stop yourself"

"What's going on with you?" I ask. "Listen, I am your wife, I am the mother of your children...if you want me passed around like some cheap party favor that's not going to happen. I'm a person Lindsey, I'm supposed to mean something to you!" I shout. Maybe I'm ranting, I don't know. "What if he did something more than just a kiss or wandering hands?"

"Like what?" He asks, his arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed as he's now perched on the coffee table in front of his leather couch. "What do you think he would do?"

"He's trying to seduce me. I see it in his eyes" I tell him and Lindsey laughs. This really makes me angry. "Like it's so far fetched to believe that Don would want someone like me?"

"No babe, it's not. Jesus, you're hot as hell. You're sexy and beautiful and I'm sure there are men all over the world who if given the chance would lay you in a minute. But you're my lady, he knows that"

"He does, but what if he doesn't care"

"Then we will have something to fight about but for right now, just tell him you're not interested. Plus he's married and got kids like us. I'm sure it's just fun and games."

"Sure..." I say, incredibly upset.

"Fine, if you want, I will tell him to back off, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you" I tell him. I'm much too tired to fight.

"You're welcome" he kisses my cheek and I can't help but still feel a little uneasy.

"Have we changed, Lindsey? Is something different?"

"No, why?"

"Ever since we lost our baby..."

"Please don't talk about this again. I can't, okay?" He turns away from me.

"I need to talk about it."

"You're torturing yourself"

"I was 12 weeks pregnant, I was beginning to show" I say, trying to get through.

"Stop it, Steph"

"In a few weeks, we would have been able to feel our baby"

"Stephanie..."

"You haven't let me really grieve. You never want to talk about it"

"I told you it still hurts"

"You only told me that recently, almost 6 months ago!"

"Well, it does, it still hurts. I don't want to talk about it"

"Do it for me. I feel like since then you've been slipping away again. You're a great husband, an amazing father to our little girls but there is a part of you that went away"

"What is this about, Stevie?"

"It's like you don't care what happens with us anymore"

"Oh my god...this is about Don, isn't it? You think I want him to move on into my territory? Baby, you are dead wrong."

"Then prove it to me Lindsey! Don't make me have to find comfort in the arms of someone else" I say and turn to leave.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" He turns me around roughly, a firm grasp on my upper arm and I winced. "What did you just say?!" He raises his voice and his eyes are stormy grey. "Don't you ever, ever say that again"

"That's how you make me feel" I say, tears falling down my face. "I love you but I can't get to you. I lost my baby and I can't lose you too"

"This isn't about the baby"

"Yes it is" I argue. "I need you, I need your strength."

"So if you got fed up enough, you're saying you'd just go with Don or whoever just to...to do what exactly?"

"I don't know. Maybe I didn't mean it that way. I miss you, Lindsey."

"You wouldn't have to miss me if you were home once in a while" he tells me, shooting daggers.

"See, everything is my fault! Want to blame me for something else?"

"I'm just saying that if this is really about the baby, you've done everything you can to stop yourself from grieving. Mick agreed to postpone our album so we could heal as a couple, you declined. He said we could stay home and not tour for a while, you declined. You went to Vegas, you're starting rehearsals for a tour with a man you say you're uncomfortable around!"

"Stop yelling at me!"

"Then stop blaming me! Sure, maybe I don't want to talk about it, but you're the one who is constantly running away. You did it when you were pregnant with Aria, you did when you were pregnant with Willow and now....you're doing it with me" he says, and storms off, slamming the door behind him.

"Fuck" I whisper, sobbing. His words hit me hard and they're so heavy that I fall to my knees in his studio. I look around, though I know no one is there. I need comfort, I need someone to love me. I go to Lindsey's desk, sitting in his worn leather office chair. Without another thought, I pick up the phone and dial the number.

"I need you" I explain, tears still falling down my cheeks.

"Are you crying?" I nod, unable to speak. "Be there in a few"

I hang up the phone and lay my head on the desk, tears staining the papers there. Now I wait.