Lindsey seemed more upbeat than usual, happily making breakfast in the kitchen while their rambunctious two year old was running around like a wild woman, singing songs to her dolls. Lindsey smiled, lifting his eyes from the pan on the stove to greet his wife.

"Hey, babe! Hungry?" he asked and she shook her head.

"Maybe just a cup of ginger tea." she said.

"Uh-oh. Are you sick? You only make that when you're feeling under the weather."

"I don't know. I'm just run down and my stomach is so unsettled. I think I'm drinking too much coffee and not eating enough real food."

"Could be. You just relax and I will get it steeping for you."

"Thank you, my darling." She pat his cheek and kissed his lips, knowing it was against the rules. She didn't care since they had totally been blown to smithereens by their lovemaking. Since that first time, they hadn't stopped, sneaking into each other's rooms after Arabella had gone down for the evening. "Good morning, baby girl" Stevie kissed her daughter who was jumping on a cushion on the floor by the sofa.

"Oh, Steph, I forgot, we have a little party to attend with the bad tonight. Since we haven't officially broken the news I figure now is as good a time as any."

"Okay" she said blankly, her eyes kind of glazing over.

"Just okay?" He finished his cooking and switched off the stove. He cut up Arabella's pancakes and put the tiniest amount of maple syrup on them hoping she wouldn't make her usual mess with her food. He hunched over, growled and pretended to be the big bad wolf, running over to the little girl and tickling her. She laughed and laughed, hardly catching her breath. He picked her up and kissed her cheek. "Breakfast time, sweet girl" Arabella clapped her hands, her ringlet pigtails bounced with her excitement. Lindsey sat her down and Stevie joined them, sitting at the table. Lindsey handed her the tea he had promised and she stared into it. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"I don't know. I just feel...blah. If I'm being completely honest, I don't want to go tonight, I don't want to face them. They kind of know you're done, you've told them you'd thought about leaving and we discussed it when we first had the baby."

"But...?"

"But...can we really just...leave?"

"We have solo contracts. We aren't reliant on Fleetwood Mac to keep us afloat."

"I know."

"And if you are willing to work with me again, we have an agreement in the works that could do wonders for us."

"What?"

"I mentioned it to a friend and well, he told his friend and so on and so forth. Nothing is set in stone but if we want it, we can get it. Think about it."

"Okay." She took a sip of her tea, not even ten seconds later, getting up from the table and down the hallway. He let her go, giving her a moment to herself before going after her. He walked slowly down the hall, seeing a light on under the bathroom door.

"Honey?"

"Come in" she said, pitifully. She sat on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked awfully pale, her lips were quivering and her hands were shaking.

"Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, I just..."

"You should see a doctor."

"I will be fine." she said, gaining some strength. She stood up and washed her hands.

"Can I make you anything to eat?"

"No, thank you."

"You have to eat something."

"I'll have a banana or something later, okay?"

"Alright. Are you sure you're going to be okay for the party tonight?"

"I'm going to have to be." she said. She turned around at the sink, leaning against the counter. "Thank you for checking on me."

"You're welcome. I love you."

"I love you too."

After breakfast, Stevie took Arabella to her room for a nap. She stroked her hair until the little girl fell asleep, tip toeing out of the room. She went to her closet and started looking though the dresses she had. She knew she wanted something long and black. "That shouldn't be a problem" she joked to herself.

She pulled out a sparkly black dress with a train. It had thin straps and a low neckline with beaded strands that would delicately drape over the shoulders and top of the arm. She smiled, immediately taking it off the hanger and trying it on. She loved it! The only thing was that it seemed a tad snug in the hips. Well, she had a baby so that was to be expected, since she hadn't even looked at it since before Arabella was born. It was a gift that always lay in the back of the closet- her 'someday' dress.

Evening came, the babysitter arrived, and Stevie and Lindsey both dressed to the nines. Stevie teased her hair and sprayed it about a million times with hair spray, making sure it stayed voluminous and full. She did her make up, carefully applying it so there would be no eye shadow fall out or mascara mishaps.  Lindsey strode into the bedroom in a gorgeous three piece black on black suit and Stevie gasped as he came into view.

"Oh my god, Lindsey! You look...you look amazing!" she praised, turning around and putting her makeup brush down.

"You're sure? It's okay?"

"Linds, its more than okay! You're so handsome, my million dollar man."

"If I'm a million bucks then you're a billion. You look so sexy in this dress. It hugs your curves in just the right way." He pressed his hips to hers and kissed her lips hard, as she hadn't applied her lipstick yet. "I won't be able to take my eyes off of you the whole night"

"You're so good to me! Thank you for making me feel better. I thought it was a little...tight."

"Not at all, but if you need any help at all taking it off tonight..."

"I'll ask you, don't worry." Her thick fringe of eyelashes fluttered seductively and he groped her hips and backside, kissing her again. "I have to finish getting ready. How is Andrea?"

"She's good. She's watched her before, Stevie, relax."

"I'm a a bundle of nerves" she said, turning back to the mirror to complete her makeup by powdering her face. He rubbed her shoulders.

"Everything is going to be perfect. You are going to look gorgeous on my arm tonight, Mrs Buckingham and afterward, I will do everything in my power to help you de-stress for bed." He gave her a mischievous wink and left the bathroom.