Breaking down the barricades (Mature)

Part 17 - Future planning

"Well...?" Stevie raised her hands up in the air, waiting for an answer from Lindsey.

He looked down at the letter again but didn't want to tell her, it wasn't just a fan letter -- well it was but it was a really DEEP letter, the person that wrote that went by "Angel" and wasn't just wanting to tell Stevie what he thought of her, he wanted to do exactly what he thought of her, "It's nothing, baby," he folded it up and put it in his pocket.

"Alright," she crossed her arms over her chest, "Lindsey, that is addressed to ME; I think that I have the right to read it."

"Seriously Stevie, it's nothing that you have to read; just a...letter."

"Yeah, that's the point now, please?" she reached her hand out.

Lindsey sighed, she was right there, it was addressed to her so he had no right to keep it from her; he just wanted to protect her and the baby from any stress, "Okay..." he took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to Stevie.

"Thank you," she snatched the letter and then opened it, the content in side making her eyes widen.

Violets are red ~ Violets are blue

What's on my mind ~ is wanting to make it with you

 

Dearest Stephanie ~

You have no clue on what's going on in my mind, ever since you touched my hand; it was as if you were sent here for ME ~ shivers went up and down my spine when I watched you twirl 'round and 'round on stage, I hoped that you would fall, fall right in to my loving arms; the arms that are aching to hold you.

I hear that you are single now, how long has it been? I hope that you will remain single, that is till I come to you; I don't know when that will be Stephanie but it will happen ~ I WILL be with you one day, I WILL be with you every night; is that too much to ask? No.

Love,

Angel

"Now do you believe me when I told you that you didn't have to read it?" Lindsey placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No," she let out a nervous laugh and folded the letter and envelope in to her hand, "It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Lindsey's eyebrows rose.

"Exactly, nothing, simple," she shrugged.

"How is that simple, Stevie? This is the first sign of a possible stalker; you're just going to take it as nothing?"

"Lindsey," she placed her hands on his face, "I have dealt with people like this before, if anything -- I bet it's just some kind of joke, everything will be fine," Stevie opened the fridge and took out the milk, reaching for a glass in the cabinet.

"Well I don't know, Stevie, you're with child now and --"

"And...?"

"You didn't let me finish, and that's my child; I am going to worry like hell about the two of you."

"Don't," she took a sip of her glass of milk.

"It's kind of going to be hard speaking how this guy wrote, what if you actually meet him and end up falling for him --?"

"Ha!"

"See? Now you do admit that he's creepy."

"Who said it was a he?"

"Or she, you have to admit the letter is creepy."

"Well, yeah, nothing that is going to stop me from living though."