I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

CV.

When the following week came along, Stevie opened her eyes and felt an insane feeling surge through her. Had it hit her that it had been two weeks since finding out her son had passed, one week since his funeral and going on two weeks of being blind---she wasn't sure. But in purely her own fashion, she was beginning to get a very certain feeling; something was going to happen.

She started to push herself up, unsure of what time it was but based on the prominent silence in the house, she knew it was either very early or really late.

Unbeknownst to her, it was about 4:15 in the morning.

Since there was no need to turn on the light, she crept around her side of the bedroom barefoot and ever so slowly like she did normally and she went to the restroom to go ahead and get washed up for her day.

Once she was finished, she wrapped herself in her peach, silk robe and she made her way to find her slippers, but then she hit her shin on the edge of the bed frame when accidentally kicking her shoe a little further since she thought she was sliding her foot in.

"Are you alright?" Lindsey was quick to ask, his tone abrupt enough to alarm her.

It had become pretty regular for him sleep deep yet awaken easily---it was like he had never been sleeping, solely to act as a guard when it came to Stevie and the baby.

"I'm fine," she whispered, put off by his tone.

Turning over, "What are you doing?" he turned the lamp on at his bedside. 

"I couldn't sleep and I don't know what time it is..." she lingered. "I was just going to go sit with Lily."

He glanced over at the clock, "It's four-forty," he assured her.

"Go back to sleep, honey, I'm sorry."

"No, you're okay... I'm just--" he rubbed his eyes, trying to follow along so far considering he had just opened his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked once more. 

"I mean, I'm just feeling a certain kind of way. It's probably just the anticipation of everybody coming over today... I did hit my shin," she rubbed the bone that still felt like it was throbbing just slightly. "But I'm okay, go back to sleep..."

The innocence in her expression; her lost eyes, the way she chewed on her lower lip and simply encouraged that he go back to sleep---it caused him to grin and kind of chuckle.

"What?" she wondered.

"Nothing," he smirked. "You're perfect."

She leered, letting off a sigh as she pushed herself back up.

He watched her make her way since she did do it very cautiously.

"I'm sorry to wake you..." 

"Don't apologize, I just got worried," he assured. "Come here..."

She simply walked around and hesitated as she turned to make it to his side of the bed.

As it was, she didn't venture to his side too often so it felt really strange to be making that turn.

Using her hands to feel the edge of the bed, she kind of felt his leg and realized where she was before letting the her hand meet the edge again; the space she could fit to sit down.

Once she was seated, he took her hand and he made more space for her, mostly enjoying looking at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, considering he hadn't said anything.

The two of them could easily stare at one another longingly and adoringly for hours on end when there were no words needed; recently, she'd cut him off only because she needed the context. The silence had her in wonder at all times.