I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

XLV.

Returning to the hospital yet again, Stevie took a deep breath as Jeffrey wrapped his arm around her.

"You okay, mom?" Nicholas asked, slinging his father's duffel bag over his shoulder.

"Yeah..." she said so softly. "Go take this to your dad," she traded him the paper bag of food for Shannon's overnight bag. "I'm gonna go check on your sister and see how she's doing," she stated.

"Sounds good," Jeffrey replied, guiding his little brother towards their father's room.

The singer then made her way to her daughter's room and she gently pushed open the door, just to see that she and the doctor were chatting comfortably.

"Hi..." she grinned, happy to see the girl looking a bit more chipper than the night before.

"Morning, Missus Walker," the doctor stood.

"Hey, mom... Michael and I were just talking about some things... I'm free to go," she added.

"Michael," the older woman smirked. 

"My first name..." he said shyly. "Your daughter was a little nervous about things regarding her father and I came to personally explain to her that things were not her fault..."

"I would however, like to see my dad before I go home," she bit her bottom lip, taking the spotlight off of that particular subject.

"Of course," he nodded, gently rubbing her shoulder.

Stevie smiled, settling the bag down on the bed. "I brought you some clothes, doll, and your brothers got you a cheeseburger."

"Nice," she nodded. "A soda as well, I hope," she crossed her fingers.

"Yes, all the things that could possibly clog your arteries, your brothers got you," she rolled her eyes.

"It's because they love me and they understand my love for food," she claimed. 

The doctor chuckled, "Excuse me, ladies."

"Thank you, doctor," Stevie replied with a mild nod. Although once he was gone, she smirked at her daughter, "First name basis much, Miss Walker?"

She rolled her eyes, "Where's my cheeseburger?" she shook her head.

"He's cute," she commented, pulling the other paper bag of food out---stealing a couple of french fries before handling it over. "He's older, but not too old for you."

"Are you insinuating I should date my doctor, mother?" she asked, leaning forward to pull her hair out of the ratted ponytail it was in.

"I said no such thing," she put her hand up, showing mercy. "Anyway, I'm glad to see you're feeling better---last night was really rough."

"I'm sorry," she sighed. "I don't remember, and what I think I remember might have been a dream. But he said you didn't leave my side until I was asleep. You should have just left me to suffer... Can you braid my hair?" She roughly brushed her hair, getting all the knots out before deciding to eat.

"Yes, I can," she nodded and easily made her way over to do so. "And why would I do that? Leave you to suffer?" she questioned.

The girl didn't reply, instead, she took a bit of her food.

"Honey, you're gonna always be my baby and even when you make mistakes, your daddy and me are gonna be the only people to have your back while disciplining you on your wrong doings."

As she was eating, she could feel a lump in her throat forming; she could feel her face getting flush from tears.

"Believe me, I learned the hard way... Your grandparents, your father for that matter, never gave up on me and there were times I thought I'd lose your love, your brothers' love forever because of all the mistakes I made when you were little."