I Think I'm In Trouble

LXX.

Stevie made her way down the hall to see her oldest son. She wanted to warn him about the whole Kristen thing. She wanted to explain to him that her parents never knew of Robert cheating.

"Jeff?" Stevie knocked on his bedroom door.

"Come in," he somewhat yelled.

"Hey," she shut the door. "I just wanna tell—since you may come up in conversation that your grandparents have no idea. Not even a tiny incling that your father had an affair. I have to make sure your sister is also quiet about it. But–"

"I know, ma," he nodded. "I wasn't gonna tell them that. I had a small plan."

"Oh, good what was it?" she asked actually sort of relieved.

"I was going to say we dated a while, we broke up and then she found out she was pregnant—we're co-parenting."

"Okay, works for me," she turned around to leave.

"Wait, ma?" he asked as he got up from his bed.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"Well, what was your idea?"

"Oh, same one," she shrugged.

"Great minds think alike," he assured her.

She chuckled, "yeah..." She then made her way to her daughter, whom she knew was downstairs.

"Hi, baby?" Barbara said as she saw her daughter coming down the stairs.

"Hi," she greeted back.

"Have a good nap?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah. Much needed, but Lily on the other hand—not so sure. She always wakes up before I do," she slid on to the barstool as she watched her mom wander about her kitchen.

"Oh? You used to do that to me," her mother mentioned. "You were a little wild child. But we really figured it out when you dyed silver streaks into your hair," Barbara rose a brow.

"Hey, that looked really far out. I got a lot of compliments on that too. But I knew I wasn't going back to that bee hive. That was terrible."

"It was in," her mother argued.

"Was is the key word. By the time I was eighteen the hippie movement was in. It was a happening thing y'know?"

"Yeah, I remember," her mother nodded. "Free love, music, drugs..." she trailed.

"Yeah, that was my time. But we also didn't know the coke was bad, mom. We only knew the LSD was bad and we knew heroine was bad. By the time we started coke it was 1977."

"I remember how happy you were when we moved to San Fransisco," she said to get off that topic.

"Oh, that was the place to be. The Psychedelic shop and the Velvet Underground. That's why I was so bummed when daddy said we had to move back to Arizona."

"But you stayed."

"Well, yeah. But I had to live in my college. But then that same year is when we were offered our spots in Fleetwood Mac and we moved to LA."

"Oh, yeah. Then you started touring the world and leaving your father and I worried sick because, we never knew where you were."

"Wow, mom!" Shannon's voice got Stevie's attention and she jumped. Coming up to her mom, she leaned on her shoulder. "You were a crazy gal."

"Yes, she was. Touring the world at twenty and I am not allowed to leave the state at twenty one?"

"She was actually nineteen," Barbara threw in.