Our Last Dance

41.

By the time the next week had come along, Lindsey and Stevie were getting into a pretty good routine of things, just trying to navigate simple things within her house and minor things like bathing and getting dressed.

That whole week, she had been bare faced because she couldn't see herself doing a full face of makeup just to wash it off for nothing; she wasn't really going out while she was recovering.

When the following Friday came along, Lindsey was traveling up the stairs with a tray containing a cup of tea and some pancakes with fruit on the side for breakfast.

Coming through the door, he was awestruck by the sight of her; she was wearing a simple black night dress, a black kimono to keep her shoulders warm and her long blonde hair was in the braid she had slept on, so it was loose and pieces were coming out, although it still looked good.

As he studied her beauty from the distance, she had her reading glasses on and all she was doing was reading the morning newspaper.

"I hope you're hungry..." he commented, prideful of his work in the kitchen.

Glancing over the edge of her glasses, she became rather alert. "Oh, wow... This looks great, honey!" she set her paper to the side and pulled her glasses off. "Thank you!"

"My pleasure," he smirked, settling the tray over her legs. "I thought you might need something hearty."

"That's completely thoughtful, I appreciate it... But I can't eat all of this, so you're gonna have to help me."

He chuckled and made his way to the other side of the bed to get in.

She cut into the three stack of pancakes with her fork, creating a triangle and she fed him the first bite.

"Oh, good... They taste good," he gestured with a thumbs up.

She chuckled, taking her first bite. "They are," she covered her mouth. "You can't really screw up pancakes... I mean, you can, but it would take effort."

"Right... Yeah, I used to make them a lot for Shelly when she was a kid. Chocolate chip pancakes were always her weekend request."

She smiled, hearing the melancholic tone to his voice.

"Ay, for so many years it was just me and her and now look at us; she's got Leo and I got you..." he smirked, rubbing her arm.

"Leo and me are very lucky people..." she assured.

"Not as lucky as me, Stevie," he shook his head.

She leaned in to simply peck his lips.

Right in the moment that their lips touched, his cell phone began to ring.

He groaned.

She chuckled and went right back to her bowl of fruit and pancakes.

"Oh, speak of the devil..." he smirked, seeing his daughter's name come across his screen. "Hello?"

"Hi, daddy, where are you?"

"Laying in bed..." he paused. "Why?"

"Father, do you know what day it is?" she wondered.

"Well, yeah, it's Friday. Its--" he stopped. "Uh, I'm on my way! Stay where you are!"

"Mhmm!" she arched her brow. "Leo and me will be at the gift shop. Can you run through a drive through? I'm nauseated so I have to find some snacks before I throw up, but bring food."

"Okay, yeah. I'll be there right now," he hung up and sprung out of bed.

Stevie was unfazed, in fact, she looked up calmly.