"Why'd you even tell her?" Lindsey was sitting at the foot of their bed, having just spent the last ten minutes listening to his wife cry about Everleigh wanting to meet Lucy... He didn't know what to say.
Standing in the bathroom doorway, Stevie held out a hand from annoyance. "What was I going to say, Lindsey?" She had been crying for the last two hours- her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were beet red.
"You could have lied." He shrugged as if it was that easy.... It wasn't, it wasn't possible.
She rolled her eyes as she pushed herself away from the doorframe. "When does lying get you anywhere?" She mumbled, leaning into her side of their sink as she stared at herself in the mirror.
She looked as sad as she felt.
"You could have come up with something." He was just as annoyed with her as she was with him... it was pretty obvious.
She tossed her toothbrush into the drawer, making it loud enough for him to tell that she'd basically thrown it."That's really easy for you to say, considering you didn't have to look into those eyes and tell her that her entire life has been a lie." Her voice had shifted and she was no longer talking to him- she was ready to argue with him.
"You didn't have to do anything." He shook his head lightly as his eyes traveled back to the television that had been muted.
"How so?" She had a hand on her hip, coming back into their room to actually look at him. "Huh?" She said in a sharp tone once he hadn't answered fast enough. "How about you worry about the shit your son says and I'll worry about my daughter, Lindsey." She raised a brow, heart pounding as she stared into those big blue eyes.
She couldn't them but blame Crosby for all of this... It was his fault.
He let out a sigh as he shifted on the end of the bed. "I'm sorry..." he was trying, but it might have been a little too late.
"What am I supposed to do, Lindsey?" She was devastated, but in that moment, her anger really outweighed a lot of it.
"Why isn't there a we here?" He wondered with a light scoff. "This is our daughter, Stephanie." If she was going to call him but his first name, he was going to the same... It felt more serious that way. "It should be, what are we going to do..." he rephrased.
She nodded her head as she looked at him with the saddest set of eyes. "Well our daughter wants to meet her real mother, whether you like it, or not." She mumbled as she reached out to open their bedroom door, silently telling him that their conversation was over. "One of us is gonna have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight..." that was her way of saying I'm sick of talking to you, we need some time apart.
He chuckled lightly as he pushed himself off their duvet. "I'll be downstairs." He said that like she wouldn't have guessed it.
She watched him trail towards the door with his pillow under his arm. "Wait," she rolled her eyes at herself as she reached for his hand. "Goodnight, Linds." She couldn't go to bed mad at him- it terrified her that something would happen.
There was nothing worth fighting about that could truly harm their marriage... Nothing.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. "I love you." He wasn't thrilled with her, but he still adored her... Even though she was difficult sometimes.
"I love you," she repeated against his mouth. "See you in the morning." She added as he pulled away to head down the hallway.
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