XXIV. Should I?

                                    

                                          
The next few weeks would roll by, Stevie was getting through easily and she would soon have to speak to the band. She wasn't feeling it so soon after she got out of the hospital. She was also keeping her pregnant daughter from thinking the worst. It was a lot more work than one would think. Even Lindsey and Elijah were  a little taken by how Stevie had to console her. Lindsey was also doing his best at keeping Stevie happy since he didn't want her stressing. If her blood pressure were to go up, it could easily cause another heart malfunction. 
                          
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"Hello, Mick?" Stevie walked around the living room, with her cell phone in hand. Her hair was all curly and natural with its regular side walk. She was wearing some yoga pants, a black---long sleeved, peasant blouse, and her regular black platformed sandals. 
                          
"Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked. 
                          
"Alright, don't hate me..." she lingered. 
                          
"What did you do?" he feared her next words. 
                          
"Well, I haven't done it yet," she kind of bit her bottom lip. 
                          
"Okay..." 
                          
"I had something pretty bad happen to me a few weeks ago and I am still healing... and waiting. I won't be able to start tour rehearsal. I can't tour this year. So... the year after next probably." 
                          
"What happened, Stevie?" Mick became concerned because she was lightly touching. 
                          
"Also, my doctor said it wouldn't be good and Lindsey and I are taking care of our daughter." 
                          
"What happened?" Mick asked again. 
                          
"Do I have to say? I am telling you there was a health issue. I don't really want to mention it. Knowing you, you will tell John, tell the rest of the band, even Christine---who is not here. But this is a private, family matter." 
                          
"So it is obviously something really bad if you are gonna wig out like that..." 
                          
"Alright, all I called for, was to tell you I am postponing the tour. Lindsey and I cannot tour right now." 
                          
"You can't postpone, Stevie. Only I can do that and I won't unless you tell me what's going on." 
                          
"Can you please take my word? I am not well enough to rehearse and travel. One out of the many things that's happened---my daughter is on bed rest. I need to be here. How's that? you have a hundred kids, you know what it's like." 
                          
"I do, but I know that isn't the whole truth. Why can't her husband take care of her?" 
                          
"You're being a real dick," she started to become irritated by his constant need of knowing. She knew he was just being annoying and trying to be possessive. 
                          
Lindsey had walked through the door during her last statement. He lingered around the room, quietly so he wouldn't piss her off. He was just hoping she wouldn't get too mad, for the sake of her heart. 
                          
"Mick, I'm not telling you for a reason! you already know I don't like to tell people things and you're just trying to get under my skin. That's what happened when I started my relationship with Lindsey again. You just had to know why because, you can't stay focused on just your family," she started to feel herself getting angrier as the conversation carried and she tried to take deep breath. 
                          
Lindsey cleared his throat and started walking toward her. 
                          
Stevie turned around and smiled at him---pointing to the phone she formed her hands as claws and rolled her eyes, which just made him laugh in return. "Look, I have to go, goodbye!" she hung up before he could say anything.