Our Last Dance

40.

That evening, after getting Stevie something to eat, Lindsey took the dancer back to her house and he made sure she was comfortable in bed.

For the most part, she was sleeping off her anesthesia but when she wasn't, she was watching T.V. and drinking fluids because her mouth was very dry.

One of the times she woke up, she could hear very light guitar playing in a muffled manner, wherever he was playing in the house got to her gently and she loved it. It was mellow.

Pretty soon, the house phone would ring and the guitar playing would stop.

She could hear Lindsey answer the phone but then she could hear his footsteps approaching the outside of her bedroom door.

He pushed open the already slightly open door and he peeked in.

"What's up?" she mumbled.

"It was Trevor..."

She lifted her brow.

"He said that Annelle was on her way over with the baby so she could see you since she's been worried and asking about everything."

She nodded. "That's all he said?"

"Yeah... He didn't sound too pleased that I was the one to answer the phone..."

"Well, he knows I just got out of surgery and am not exactly on my game, so..." she sighed, patting the edge of the bed for him to sit.

He obeyed and took a seat, taking her hand as he did so.

"I don't know what's gotten into him and what the big deal is... I mean, I don't get it..."

He was prepared to reply although, he felt he should stay quiet instead even though he had a lit of logical explanations to her questions.

He just didn't want to sound presumptuous considering the situation and her state.

When Annelle made it over, she unlocked the door and pushed it open for Ireland to walk through.

"Your grandma might be sleeping so be quiet, okay? Tip toe up the stairs and then we knock gently on the door..." the young mother mentioned, settling a bouquet of colorful daisies in her arms.

Ireland nodded her head, taking the flowers before making her way up to the second floor of the house.

Meantime, Annelle went to the kitchen to put some things that she brought away.

The little girl traveled through the hallway and she noticed the light coming from the crack of the door and so she gently pushed it open.

"Gwamma?" she whispered.

Stevie opened her eyes and she grinned at her while Lindsey turned around.

"Hey, you. Come here!" the blonde replied happily with open arms.

The child ran right over.

"Let me help you, little one," Lindsey offered, giving her a boost.

"Me and my mommy bought you flowers," she assured. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, my love... I am just fine, see?" she pointed to her leg. "That's a cast that my doctor put on me ankle and if I take good care of myself, I'll be just like new," she wrapped her arms around her and kissed her face.

Lindsey grinned.

The girl sighed.

"These are so beautiful, sweetheart, I love them!" she then mentioned of the flowers.

"It'll make your ankle better," she added, tearing her eyes away from the cast.

"You know, what? I think you're right..." she assured. "You're absolutely right. They made me feel so much better. But you know what will help grandma?"