This story will be mostly AU, except that Lindsey is still a famous musician. Picture them as you like :) I hope you enjoy!
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At first Stevie thought she was dreaming, but the annoying sound of the alarm just kept on going. Slowly opening her eyes, she rolled onto her back and shook Lindsey lightly.
"Turn that damn thing off." Her irritated, hoarse voice reached him and he abruptly sat up in bed, reaching for his phone. "What time is it?"
"Nevermind, go back to sleep, babe." Lindsey kicked off the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
Her eyebrows creased, Stevie turned on the bedside lamp on and looked over at him. "Why are you waking up in the middle of the night?"
"It's very early morning." He replied, already halfway to the bathroom.
"Care to elaborate?"
With a sigh, Lindsey stopped and faced her. "There's been a change of plans, some scheduling issues. I have an early flight."
"Wait." Stevie now frowned. "Are you telling me that last night you failed to mention to me that you were going to leave much earlier than expected? Lindsey, we had plans."
"I know."
"We were supposed to spend time as a family, we were going to go out for a meal together or something, before we said, goodbye, to you until God knows when."
Lindsey approached her side of the bed and slumped down. He sandwiched her hands in between his and his voice got a lot softer. "I, uh... yeah, I know it was stupid of me. I just... forgot, okay?"
"You forgot to tell me, your wife, that you're leaving me yet again and you weren't even going to say goodbye?" Stevie snatched her hands away from him and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry you're so sick of me that you can't wait to get away from me!"
"Steph, please, the kids..." He moved up higher and tried to cup her cheek, but she turned her head the other way. "I didn't know, why I didn't tell you, okay? Going on tour is stressful. I had a phone call yesterday after dinner, then you wanted to spend some time alone, just you and I, and I just... I forgot." He repeated himself and heard her scoff.
"Oh, so now it's my fault?"
"No, of course it's not." He shook his head and pecked her on the lips, but she didn't really respond. "Please, baby, don't be mad. I would hate leaving you, knowing that you're angry."
"Well, you're going to leave anyway." Stevie shrugged, hugging her knees close to her chest. "It's what you do. You go on the road, you come back, you make me feel like I have a husband again, that our kids have their father and then you go out the door, suitcase in hand, again."
"But this is my job, Stevie. You've never had a problem with me being on the road." When she didn't respond, he added. "Have you?"
"What does it matter?" She shrugged. "You do your job and we get to leave in a beautiful mansion, which we get to enjoy together for a couple months a year. It's just what you do."
He sat hunched over, chewing on the inside of his cheek, he sighed. "How am I supposed to leave you now? Upset and in tears. I wish, I could spend every minute of every day with you, but it's not how it works."
"I know, it's fine." Stevie swallowed the lump of tears, formed in her throat. "Go, get ready, otherwise you'll be late."
"Steph-"
"Go, Lindsey." She cut him off and lay back down, turned away from him.
He had told her, he wanted to marry her the first time they met. He had told her, how madly he had fallen in love with her. He had told her, how he never wanted to be apart from her. He had never told her, though, how extremely difficult it was going to be being the wife of a famous rockstar.
