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Chapter Ten

It was their final day in Paris, and hopefully their final day as themselves as young people.

Stevie made sure to pack up their bags and double check the drawers before they checked out. They were going to just walk around for a while. All the metro stations had lockers so they could leave their suitcases there.

After securely stowing their bags, Lindsey announced that he had a final surprise for Stevie.

“Hey, Stevie,” he started.

“Yeah?”

“Well, you know how you’re always saying that you like to get your nails done?”

“Uh-huh?”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I made you an appointment at the Salon de LeBerre for this afternoon, before we have to catch the plane. I made sure that you’ll have plenty of time between that and the flight, don’t worry.”

“Lindsey!” She threw her arms around his neck, “That was SO sweet of you! But what are you going to do while I’m doing that?”

“Oh, I thought I’d just walk around, maybe go get some ideas to paint for when we get back.”

She gave him an undecisive look. She wanted to go, but she sure didn’t want poor Lindsey to have to walk aimlessly around Paris.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. Go. Relax. Have a good time.” He urged.

“OK. I guess.”

“I’ll even walk you down there and be there when you get out.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you being bored.”

“Yes, I’m positive.” He assured her.

“Ok.”

They walked down to the salon. “Have a good time, baby.” He kissed her gently.

As soon as she was in a chair, he left, hurrying back to the store he had been at the day before.

“Is Jacques in?” he asked a salesperson.

“One moment.”

Lindsey waited and soon the older man with graying hair appeared.

“Hi Jacques, is it done?” Lindsey asked.

“Uh, actually, there was a problem.”

Lindsey’s face dropped.”

Jacques laughed, “Just kidding. It’s right back here.” He left to return with a small box. “Very special lady, eh?”

“Yep,” Lindsey grinned, “Mine.”

“Good luck then.”

“Thanks.” Lindsey took the box and paid. Slipping the box in his shirt pocket, he hurried back to the salon to wait for Stevie.

Ten minutes later, Stevie emerged, her nails painted a deep red with white winged hearts airbrushed in white on them.

“Look, they’re wild hearts!” She exclaimed to Lindsey, waving her hands in front of his face.

“Let’s see.” He took her hand, examining the delicately painted nails. “Beautiful, like you.”

Stevie smiled, Lindsey knew how to make her feel like she was the most loved person on earth.

“Should we go eat lunch, before we go to the airport?” Stevie suggested.

“We have to, I am not going to survive if all we eat is that airline food!”

“Then let’s get some decent food in that tummy of yours!” Stevie chuckled.

By two, they were at the Charles de Gaulle airport, passing through security.

“Lindsey,” Stevie said, stopping him just before they reached their gate.

“Yes?”

“Just in case, that we can’t remember this week, when we get back. I want to tell you how much I’ve enjoyed being with you, and thank you. Thank you for being there, and thank you for loving me.” She choked back tears.

“Thank you too, Stevie.” He picked her up in a warm embrace.

Their plane was delayed, as a result of rain in New York, where they had a day layover, catching a plane at six back to Arizona.

Finally, at five-twenty they were called to board. It wasn’t long after dinner that they fell asleep. Staying awake was too challenging, knowing that this was it.

A breakfast cart rolled to the front of the seating section. Lindsey smelt French toast, Stevie’s favourite.

He looked at the sleeping woman next to him and smiled. They had changed back, they were no longer the youngsters that they had been in France, but the older, and much more famous, Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham. He checked his shirt pocket, the box was still safely hidden away.

“Stevie, darling.” He said, gently stroking her cheek.

She fluttered her eyelids, coming back to the reality of life. “Lindsey, are we back?”

“Yes, special, we’re back.” He bent down to kiss her lips.

“I’m so glad,” she said sleepily. “I was worried.”

“I know you were. But don’t think about it. Look, they’re serving French toast, your favourite.”

“Mmm, you’re right.” She inhaled the scent. “It doesn’t smell half as bad as dinner either.”

After breakfast, they landed at JFK in NYC and took a taxi to Central Park.

“Hey, are you Stevie Nicks?” A woman came up to them.

Stevie looked at Lindsey, unsure of how to answer. He nodded. “Uh, yes. I am.”

“Hey, wow. Cool. I can’t wait for your tour.” Stevie nodded, “Are you going to a show?”

“A show? I’m going to three!”

“Oh, well, have a good time.” Stevie laughed.

“I won’t hold you guys up, but could I have an autograph?”

“Sure, do you have a pen and paper?”

“Right here!” The fan handed them over.

Stevie signed it and gave it to Lindsey. “Here, you can have Mr. Buckingham’s too.”

“Wow! Great!”

Lindsey signed the paper and handed it back to the woman. “Have a nice day. We’ll see you soon.”

“You too! Thank you!” she said as she skipped off.

Now, free of distraction, Lindsey took Stevie to a deserted area of the park, under some trees and by a water fountain. Since it was Tuesday and not lunch time, not a soul noticed, except a pigeon eating some bread crumbs. He sat her down on a bench.

“Stevie, I’ve waited a lifetime to say this, maybe it’s been two lifetimes, considering. Yeah, so anyway,” he fell to his knees, taking her hands in his, searching for words. “Angel, I’ve gone for so long, so in love with you. I never thought I’d lose you, and then I did. And I kept losing you. I know that we’ve both said that we’d never be together, but after this last week, I’ve decided that I have to be with you. I know that I’ve asked you this before, and you’ve said ‘no’, but I want to ask you once more, Stephanie, will you marry me?”

She didn’t say anything.

“Stevie, did you hear me?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” She cried. “Yes, Lindsey, I will.”

He let out a breath and took out the box, opening it for her to see. Inside sat a silver ring with a sapphire in between two diamonds. She gasped.

“I even got you a ring, that’s why I couldn’t tell you where I was. I wanted to, but.”

She cut him off, “It’s OK. It’s more than OK. I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you.”

He took the ring from the box. “There’s one part you haven’t seen yet.”

“Oh?”

He gave her the ring, “Look at the inside of the band.”

She did as she was told, tears of joy and love coming down her cheek. She read out loud, “Angel… I adore you.”

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