I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

XLVIII.

When the next morning arrived, Stevie rolled over on her mattress, just for the sound of her telephone to begin blaring in her face.

She jumped which caused Lindsey to open his eyes, but then he settled his hand on her hip to soothe her and he closed his eyes again.

Blindly searching for the phone, her hand eventually landed on it and she picked it up and put it to her ear. 

"Hello?" she mumbled in response, eyes shut as she cradled her head in the crook of her arm.

"Jesus Christ, where are you?"

"In my studio, Robert, where else?" she finally opened her eyes, deciding she needed to be a little more present if she wanted to argue correctly. "Did you really think I wanted to stick around after what you did to me last night?"

"Oh, my God, Stevie..."

"Oh, my God, Robert..." she repeated in the same tone, simply to mock him. "If you want me to be nice, then you can leave me the fuck alone for the time being," she assured.

Between her hormones raging, her anger over what he did and just not being a morning person---it was a bad time for him to call and try to reprimand her. 

She was not as kind as she could have been and even if she could have been, she wasn't going to be nice because she felt he didn't deserve it after causing her extra drama.

"Other than that, I'm trying to rest... You were in the hospital for four days and not once did I leave your side. I held your hand while you cried about the possibility of never walking again and I was by your side to hear all the hardships you're gonna have to go through in order to start walking again."

"Well, I didn't ask you to do that..."

"You never asked? What do you mean, psycho? You begged me to stay when the doctor was around and we were listening to what was gonna happen."

"You're my wife, it's your job... I shouldn't have had to beg."

"Everybody begged me to leave your side and get a couple of hours of sleep in, begged me to eat something. But I wouldn't go home, eat anything or leave you because I wanted to make sure I was there when you woke up, I didn't eat because you couldn't eat, I was stressed out that I didn't sleep... Now come to find, it was a simple position I signed up for when we got married..." she lingered.

He stayed silent.

"If I would have known it was a position, I would have never have taken it, Robert..." she lifted her brow. 

Lindsey opened his eyes as though he had actually slept through the conversation, but he finally sat up.

"Steph--"

"I want a divorce, Robert, and I want one immediately. Especially after telling the kids that we were having a baby..."

"Oh, good, Stevie, then maybe you can explain to them what's really going on..."

"Robert..."

Her voice was shaking with anger that Lindsey settled his hand to her leg, trying to calm her down.

"I'm in a bad mood," she gritted her teeth. "Please, do not try my patience. I have morning sickness like you wouldn't believe, my body is aching and I may very well kill you when I get home."

"That's really mature, Stevie," he rolled his eyes.

"You'll see how fucking mature I am when I get home, believe me... And as for the kids, I'll tell them myself..."

"And Shannon?" he mumbled. "You forget about her?"

"If I could survive twenty-five years of marriage with somebody who barely respects me as I'm finding out, somebody who I loved and respected---she'll be able to get over her little crush and find somebody who treats her better than you treat me," she slammed the phone down onto the cradle, bringing her hands to her head as she sighed---settling her head on her knees.