Settling Down

17

March 10, 1993

Lindsey watched Stevie as she came in and out of sleep. He was week seven into his eight week healing process, and he was getting antsy. Stevie had been feeding him every meal, sponge bathing him-that was nice, and had ended up in a couple rounds of sex. She would ride him as he really couldn't do shit, but they'd have sex none the less. But Lindsey just wanted to go to work. He was sick of looking at the walls of his house.

"Steph." He says 

"Hmm?" She asks. She was awake but her eyes were closed. 

"What's the matter?" He asks leaning over and brushing a strand of hair from her face. She slept on his right side, so while they haven't been cuddling per say, if he's on his back he still has access to touching her. 

"I'm so tired, like an unnatural tired." Stevie sighs. 

"Are you pregnant?" Lindsey asks. While they hadn't broached the topic, Stevie wanted too but didn't have the guts to, especially now that he was injured, they had enough unprotected sex that it could be plausible. 

"No...I thought about that too. But I'm on my period." She sighs.

"When did this start?" He asks.

"Right after the inauguration. I thought it was because I was taking care of you, but I don't think that's it." Stevie sighs.

"What do you mean?" He asks tugging on her arm. She opens an eye to look at him and he motions for her to crawl onto his lap.

"I just feel...I feel weird." Stevie sighs pushing herself up and then worming her way between Lindsey's legs. She wraps her arms around his waist and lays her head on his left shoulder her eye lashes fluttering against his neck. 

"Well if you aren't pregnant, maybe you should go to the doctor." Lindsey tells her rubbing her back.

"If I got to he doctor I'm going to come back sick with something I just know it." 

"But wouldn't you rather catch it now so you can get something to make you feel better." Lindsey explains. 

"I guess." Stevie sighs. 

"Call." Lindsey grabs the phone from his bedside table. 

She rolls her eyes but grabs the phone book off of his night stand as well and starts dialing the number. She talks with the person on the phone and then she looks up at Lindsey.

"March 31st, ten-thirty." 

"Good, hopefully I'll be back at work." He kisses her. 

"What do you think about it though?" Stevie asks.

"Think about what?" He inquires.

"Having a baby." 

"Steph, we've already got two, and they're fourteen and eleven, wouldn't it be a little weird." 

"I don't know...I don't think so." Stevie shakes her head.

"Look, I'm happy with the two we have. You're going to be forty-five, isn't it a little bit harder for women your age to have a baby?" Lindsey asks.

"Well, I mean...I don't know..." She trails off.

"I don't want you risking your life Steph...we're fine with just the two of them." He looks at her.

"Oh okay..." 

"Wait, did you want to have a baby?" Lindsey asks.

"Well, I mean...I just thought it'd be nice but you're right, It's risky so don't worry about it. I'm okay, honestly..." Stevie nods. But the truth was, she was not okay. She wanted to have a baby. 

"Hey, I love you...I don't want you to feel like you HAVE to give me a baby." He looks at her.

"I don't, honest. I love you too...um, it's about lunch time, what would you like?" Stevie inquires.

"Let's go out for lunch. Just the two of us. I'm almost done recovering, and I can't look at these walls anymore." He tells her.

"Okay, let me um...let me put some clothing on." She kisses him and climbs off of him, but she's immediately hit with a wave of dizziness and tiredness and she just wants to fall into bed, but she pulls herself together and heads to the master closet. 

***

April 5, 1993

The month after the admission that Lindsey didn't want to have any more kids, found Stevie being abstinent with him. They hadn't had sex which was something that just wasn't normal for them. Her doctor requested blood work at her March 31st appointment, and then about four days later, she was in pain-cramps, as it was her time of the month-swinging her legs on the bed in the Doctors Office. They called her back to talk about her blood panel and it scared the shit out of her. She was still beyond tired, and she just had no motivation what so ever. Even making breakfast in the morning would knock her on her ass. 

"Ms. Nicks, it's good to see you again." Her doctor walks in shaking her hand. 

"Really, is it?" She asks.

"Well, I guess under the circumstances no...your blood results, well they showed an alarming amount of silicone in your blood stream." 

"Silicone?" She asks.

"It's naturally in our bodies. Our bodies have about seven grams of silicone in it. It makes up tissues, ligaments, and blood. But your blood showed upwards of 20 grams of silicone in it. Which isn't good. That's way too much silicone so what I'm thinking, is that you have Silicone Poisoning and a touch of the Epstein-Barr Virus. It's the Virus that causes Mono...How long have you been in your relationship?" 

"Oh gosh...three years now." 

"Has your partner ever told you that he's had Mono." 

"It was mentioned yeah...my oldest Step-Daughter just went into High School and he told her about Mono and how he got it because he was kissing someone who had it and so on and so forth and that she just had to be careful." 

"Has something happened that could cause his Mono to flair up? Because it never really goes away." 

"I mean I don't know...He hasn't complained about being sick and tired but he did just get shot...He's a cop and he spent eight weeks recovering from a gun shot wound to the shoulder. I guess that kind of stress might have triggered it." She sighs.

"So that and the silicone is making a dangerous cocktail in your body." 

"But I don't understand the silicone." Stevie shakes her head.

"You got breast implants." 

"Yeah, over a decade ago." She nods.

"Where they silicone?" 

"I don't know, it was whatever was popular in the mid-seventies." Stevie shakes her head. 

"Most likely silicone...I want to do a Breast MRI. It usually helps determine breast cancer, but it will show us your silicone implants and we can see what's going on, because they're inside your body, so I mean, I can do a routine breast exam and feel around but it's only going to be a rough estimate." He shrugs.

"I'll do the MRI...just get me in as fast as I can so I can stop feeling like this." 

"If you're free, we can walk you over to the hospital right now and have it done." He shrugs.

"I have nothing to do." Stevie nods.

"Alright, so we'll do that right now and go from there."