Just weeks after their daughter was born, their family photo shoot with a very famous magazine rolled around. Stevie still wasn't exactly where she wanted to be in terms of weight but she was close. Lindsey didn't see much that differed from before she got pregnant. She was slim-limbed, her stomach was pretty much flat and her skin was clear and radiant. The only thing he noticed that showed she had just had a baby, were that her breasts had grown so much, most likely due to nursing their hungry daughter. Arabella was growing quickly, her little body becoming chubby and round. Her hair had darkened ever so slightly to an ashy brown and her eyes seemed to want to stay blue, though only time will tell. Stevie carried the sleeping baby to the bassinet and went off to the makeup station where the artist worked her magic. She concealed the supposed dark circles, the redness of her cheeks and made her look even more flawless than Lindsey believed her to be. Wardrobe was next and she was dreading it. The clothes she brought weren't to the 'vision' of the photographer and she wasn't in the mood to argue.

"White, lots of white. Virginal, ethereal...that's the look I want" the photographer barked, tossing away articles that didn't excite him from the clothes rack. "Ahh, this!" He handed her a long white body hugging dress with thin straps.

Lindsey could tell she didn't like it by the look on her face. She wasn't ready to wear something like that yet. "She's got a beautiful white lace duster we could put over that." Lindsey suggested and Stevie mouthed 'thank you' to him.

"No, no, too many clothes. Just this." Stevie sighed and went to get dressed. Lindsey zipped it up and she turned around to face him.

"Be honest. Is it awful?" She fluffed her hair, feathered to perfection.

"No, I'm speechless. You look...wow, Stevie. You look amazing."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No, not at all. Do you not like it?"

"It feels tight."

"Where? It looks like it was practically made for you."

"Here" she said, tugging at the fabric at her bust.

"Have you nursed Arabella? Maybe you're just full."

"I nursed thirty minutes ago." she said, pouting a little as she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

"If you're uncomfortable, say so. This is your photoshoot. You need to feel good about yourself. Want me to get the little lace thing and see if it makes you feel better?"

"He said no"

"Show him how good it looks."

"Okay then." He left her a moment, coming back with the lace duster. She put it on and tied it up with a black velvet belt. "I have a couple necklaces I think might help fill some space. They're in a case in my purse."

"I'll get them." She looked at herself in the mirror, smiling a little as she felt more like herself. She fluffed her hair again, fixing her bangs that had a little too much hold from the hairspray. When Lindsey returned he also had her black platform boots in hand. She thanked him with a kiss, holding onto him for balance as she put them on.

"How's Arabella?"

"Asleep."

"Perfect" She smiled. "I like this"

"You look beautiful." he said, smiling at her through the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her and she placed her hands on top of his on her waist. The closeness was short lived as she was hurried back to set.

"Exactly the look I was going for! I am not usually a stylist but I think I've done a great job!" The photographer praised his work. "You look like some sort of rock and roll angel. Great angle!" The moment he turned away, Stevie rolled her eyes.

"It was all of your work, not his. You're the one who helped me look like this. I have half a mind to--"

"Shh...calm down. You looked beautiful and you feel a little better now, right? More like Stevie Nicks, Goddess of Rock and Roll?" She nodded. "Then that's all that matters."

Stevie picked up the baby and was sat down under the lights.

"Every time I snap my fingers, I need you to give me a different pose, okay? When I stop snapping, that means I like the one you've done. If I keep snapping, I hate it and I want you to do something else, got it?" His demeanor was rude and Stevie's jaw set. She looked at Lindsey who was standing off to the side, watching her then down at her baby. She smiled and the photographer snapped his fingers as if she were some trained show animal.

After a while, Arabella became restless and she was obviously hungry. "I have to nurse" Stevie said and the photographer stopped.

"Five minutes" he said.

"One hour" Stevie argued.

"Fifteen minutes."

"Forty-five" she said through gritted teeth and he rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Forty...five." Stevie stood up, making soft sounds to quiet the baby. She moved to a private area with Lindsey and he helped her undress enough to nurse comfortably.

"Can you believe he told me five minutes?" Stevie asked angrily.

"Don't let him bother you. He's probably used to working with models who don't eat. They're practically coat hangers with heads."

Stevie stifled a laugh, as she was clearly irritating Arabella just by speaking so loudly. She bounced her a little to wake her up long enough to eat. She was tired but immensely hungry and she knew she would be a terror if she didn't get a full feed in. "Your half of the shoot is coming up. Has he asked you to wear anything weird or uncomfortable yet?"

"No, apparently I'm fine and need no instruction."

"Well, I'm so glad." she said, irritation in her voice as she covered herself up.

"He probably just doesn't care."

"Guys have it so easy!" Stevie got up and lay a cloth from the diaper bag over her shoulder to burp the baby. When she had been sufficiently winded, she handed her off to Lindsey, dressing herself back up. Her zipper wasn't closed all the way but she didn't care. It was too tight anyway. She put her overlay on and tied it back up, going out to set again, Lindsey following closely behind.