I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

LXXI.

When Christmas morning arrived the next day, Stevie would have been up ever so early only because she had had a restless night.

Even though everybody took care of everything for her the night before, she did little to nothing to straighten up the house, although it didn't change the fact that she was approaching her 32nd week of pregnancy; she was ever so exhausted although still unable to really rest. 

She had been beginning to have a hard time sleeping at night because she couldn't exactly get comfortable and it kept her up most the night which is what caused her to eventually just get up and start unpacking her suitcase, because she just couldn't fight it anymore. But her stress didn't help her either.

She easily had a basket full of laundry that needed to be done, so she packed it all up and she headed out the front door of her apartment to take it to her house.

As she was locking up her apartment, she took in her surroundings and she made her way down the street.

"Mom?"

Stevie spun around to see her son jogging towards her.

"You scared the crap out of me," she scolded.

"What are you doing?" he wondered, taking the basket from her. "It's so early, and you're carrying this when you shouldn't be."

She leered, "It's really not that heavy."

"What are you doing up this early?" he then asked, carrying her laundry basket for her considering it did have some weight to it, despite her plea.

"I couldn't sleep, I was getting too antsy so I figured I'd unpack and throw in a load," she shrugged. "What are you doing?"

"Working out as always."

"It is five o'clock in the morning," she arched her brow.

"Yeah, I get up at four-thirty every morning. I have to keep my routine in check so I'm not struggling later on. You could have called me, I'd have come and helped."

"You're a sweetheart, honey, but I can still manage," she pulled her keys out and opened the front door for him.

"You go in first," he gestured with his head. "It's dark out still, go..."

She sighed and entered, allowing him to then enter before locking the front door.

"I know you think you can manage, but you gotta relax, woman," he took her things to the laundry room and simply threw the load in for her.

"You know, I've been pregnant before?" she smirked.

"I know, mom, but that was heavy and you're not supposed to be carrying anything too heavy," he claimed.

"I used to carry you and your siblings all the time while being pregnant because there wasn't really a choice, so believe me, a load of laundry lighter than a human is fine," she patted his arm before making her way to turn on just the stove light in the kitchen.

He couldn't help but agree, so he didn't argue.

"Tell me, did your sister come home at all?"

"To the best of my knowledge, no," he shook his head.

She tisked.

"Mom, try not to let anything my sister does bother you... I know with everything that's happening, it's hard not to worry but... just don't. You're in the right and she's angry because she knows that," he sighed.

She nodded, knowing he was absolutely right.

"Listen, I'm gonna take a quick shower, please don't do anything crazy," he then mentioned.