I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

XCV.

From the moment Stevie felt something wrong, she knew it was Jeffrey which was why she had urged him every time to be safe, yet even though he was doing as asked, something had failed.

Whether it was postpartum depression, a hangover, or perhaps a mother's intuition, it gave her relief to know she wasn't crazy and acting so out of character for nothing. She wasn't crying at random moments for nothing and it seemed the night before when her tears started, it must have been empathy for her daughter who had to be suffering unbeknownst to her.

Shannon's eyes were puffy from crying so much, she was so congested while her head was pounding due to all the tears she had shed; she was dehydrated by that point. 

Gently opening the bedroom door, she looked in to see her mother where she had left her; sitting up in bed, staring into space.

"Mama?" she sniffled, the very sight of her mother killing her in every way.

The woman could definitely hear but she didn't even pretend to acknowledge her.

She sighed, "Mom, dad went to go to Kristen's to let her know what's going on... We held off just because she is pregnant..." she explained. "I was gonna go, but I didn't want to leave you."

Ever since Jeffrey had left, while Shannon and Robert had been in New York---Stevie and Lindsey were the two to keep up with everything having to do with Kristen, making sure she was getting to her doctor's appointments with the support of either of them, making sure things were going well overall.

Up until that moment, Stevie had completely forgotten about her.

The younger woman stayed quiet, simply staring at her mom as she furthered into the room to sit on the edge of the bed. "Dad called my grandparents, they're gonna be out here sooner than next weekend..." she explained, her hands rubbing the length of her quads since she was growing anxious as she spoke.

The singer blinked slowly and every so often, but she was heavy eyed.

Shannon didn't want to keep talking to her because she was sure it would annoy her, she just wanted her to know what was going on even if she wasn't exactly processing like normal. For that, she wasn't going to force her to respond either, but she was beyond worried about what was going to follow in the next few days; her mother was just too calm or her shock was just eminent.

After being with Nicholas for a while, Lindsey checked on Lily in her crib and made his way to the room to see the younger blonde sitting at the foot of their bed.

She turned back to look at him, her eyes clearly telling him she was worried.

He took in just how blank her stare was, how slowly yet deeply she breathed and how inept she was to even move a muscle.

"Why don't you hang out with your brother?" he suggested softly, patting her arm. "He was really upset, I think his big sister could help."

She stood and sighed, taking another glance at her mother before obeying orders.

Once the door was shut, he started making his way into his side of the bed, eyes never leaving her. Settling a knee into the mattress, he boarded the bed and sat on his knees.

She didn't move.

Bringing a hand to the side of her face, he swiped her creamy complexion, but then gently used the tips of his fingers to face him.

Her eyes little by little began drifting from the blank space she was staring at over to his face.

Suddenly, her lower lip trembled as she was reeled back into reality.