Understanding Me, Understanding You

Chapter 21. Taking Advantage

It was early the next morning when Lindsey rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty, just to open his eyes to the sight of Stevie getting ready at her vanity.

"Where are you off to?" he wondered. 

"Well, I have a few things to settle with Karen... It's early, I just got up and no offense, excited to wake up and see myself in the mirror and not you..."

He laughed, "None taken... Feels good not dying of a heat stroke in silk, not to mention waking up to hair stuck on your rings or shedding all over."

"I get it... You don't like long hair," she smirked. "Makes much more sense as to why you cut it all off in the seventies." 

He chuckled, laying back down flat on his back as he looked up at the ceiling. 

She dusted some blush on her cheeks and then lightly sighed in satisfaction as she looked over at him. She then got up and she made her way to the bed, allowing one knee to sink into the mattress as she crawled towards him, stroking her hand along his bare chest. 

One of his hands fell to hers and he looked over, smiling at her softly.

She laid down slightly and she kissed his jaw, finding his touch ever so reassuring. 

Without mentioning a thing. Stevie was actually only getting ready to go to the doctor's. She had an appointment to make sure the pregnancy test she had taken wasn't a fluke nor playing with her emotions. She was in shock, yes. But she didn't want to be cheated out of the thought of having a baby.

Stevie was in her early forties; had always been able to conceive and carry so she had doubts that anything could go wrong, but of course being in her mid forties, she entertained the idea of something going wrong and it made her a little nervous---then there was the fact that she didn't know how far along she was. 

"It feels so good to hold you," she embraced him further. 

"It feels like we're in a dream..." He held her in his arms, finding her comments and actions a little strange, although he enjoyed them and wasn't about to question her switch from feisty to clingy---he relished in it.

"And unfortunately," she pushed herself up and she sighed. "We probably have to get up and head into reality... As much as I'd like to lock the door and just hide here forever, we have things to tend to..."

"Yep..." he agreed with a nod, glancing down at his watch. "If I head home now, I can probably shower and get a change of clothes to take Wren to school..."

She nodded, "Sounds like a plan... I'm most likely going to have to talk to Charles after I run my errands with Karen..."

"So, what did you tell him?" he wondered, "When he asked you to marry him?"

She put her head down and looked at the ring. "I didn't say anything..."

"What do you mean?"

"He just out the ring on my finger and we kept it moving... I didn't know what to say," she shrugged. "Melinda seemed to be so excited that he practically took that as his answer, but I never said anything."

"What are you going to say?" 

"Well, I'm gonna break it down---I don't want to get married... at least not to him. I would never admit this beforehand, but the man is a little too sophisticated. He's just kind of boring at times and he's attractive and I liked him but, he's not my style." 

"Dru kinda told me some details when I asked, I won't lie..."

"I guess I liked the fact that he had never heard of Fleetwood Mac, he had never heard of Stevie Nicks... It was comforting that I could find somebody who was captured by me and not Stevie Nicks... He wasn't after my money, he has money, not my title because he has one of those too, but he's boring. I thought I could make myself settle but he just... wasn't you."