Our Last Dance

7.

Pulling into the driveway of her home, Lindsey kind of glanced over to see the blonde with her eyes closed, head resting on the back of the seat.

She had roughly three glasses of wine that when it was time to get up and leave, the alcohol hit her all at once and she was tipsy and after her day, she was just exhausted.

"Hey, Stevie?" he said softly, placing his hand on hers.

She opened her eyes and she took in her surroundings and realized she was in her car still.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry," she sat up, bringing her fingers to her temple. "I'm a little buzzed---I'm so embarrassed."

"No, don't be embarrassed," he shook his head, kind of smiling.

She looked back at the baby completely passed out in her car seat and she kind of nodded. "Mm, she's asleep..."

"Here, I'll get her for you."

"I appreciate it, Lindsey..." she sighed, opening the car door to step out.

He was quick to get out of the car and tend to the toddler.

Meantime, she then made her way to the front door and she fumbled with her keys before getting it unlocked.

He carefully pulled the girl from her car seat and he closed the door before walking up to meet the woman.

Stevie pushed open the door and she allowed him in first.

"Where's her room?" he quietly asked.

"She sleeps with me when she's here..." she sighed. "Can you make it up the stairs?"

"I can, can you?" he arched his brow, patting the baby's back.

"I can," she chuckled. "Let me just take my boots off." She then leaned against the railing of her stairs and she unzipped her boots just to toss them to the side, revealing her black nylons. She then kind of threw her coat over the railing and she walked over, taking the baby's shoes and coat off as well.

The man repositioned the girl in his arms and held her in a hug, keeping her little body supported as she peacefully slept. But as the lady of the house was trailing around, he watched her carefully because she was a little more than buzzed and he didn't want her getting hurt.

"Ugh, I already feel a headache coming on..." she grabbed a hold of the railing. "Come on, let me show you to the bedroom."

He then followed her up the stairs, holding the baby with one arm while using the railing to pull himself up.

Once they reached the top, she opened the door.

He walked in and he settled the baby in the middle of the bed.

She moved a pillow to either side of the girl and she sighed, leaning in to press a kiss to her head.

Ireland easily got comfortable and she turned to her side.

Lindsey kind of smiled, watching the two of them.

"My little girl, she's my everything," she mumbled. Then looking up, she grinned at him with tired eyes.

"You guys are so close, it's sweet," he assured. "But I'll let you guys go..."

"You don't have to leave..." she shook her head.

"I'd love to spend time with you, but are you up for the company?" he wondered. "You barely ate at the restaurant and you seem kind of tired..."

She had only ordered a salad at the restaurant and picked at it, but she drank more than she ate.