Stevie's secret (Mature)

Part 9 - The chances we take

Smiling, Lindsey wanted to catch his breath from the excitement he was feeling, leaning up against the porch railing of his beautiful home. He just had hard, rough sex followed by beautiful sweet love with the woman that got away. Stevie. Lindsey placed a hand to his chest as he thought about her, how they still fit so perfectly together. Her soft body grinding against his as he brought tears to her eyes as she came. He could still taste her lower body on his mouth, finally opening the front door where he was greeted by an extremely questionable Kristen.

"And where have YOU been?" hands on her hips, "Do YOU have ANY idea how WORRIED I was?!" stepping closer to him and then smelling sweat, "Oh my God," waving her hand in front of her face, "What the HELL have you been doing? You smell..." shaking her head, "That smell...You were FVCKING her, weren't you?!" pushing him against the door he had just closed, "How STUPID do you THINK I AM?!" hands in the air.

"What?" he was shaking now, why didn't he shower?!

"You smell like you have just had SEX and don't even tell me that it doesn't have a smell because it DOES!" pointing her finger in his face.

"Sex? What?" Lindsey pretended to act clueless, not thinking that his wife would have been home this soon.

"I had to come back home because the kids couldn't get a HOLD of you! I came home to a crying Stella and two concerned teenagers! WHERE WERE YOU, LINDSEY?!"

He placed a hand on his forehead, he had left the phone in the closet in the heat of the moment. How STUPID could he have been? "Oh God, I'm sorry, Kris. Stevie had an issue that had to be dealt with and she called me, I am sorry -"

SLAP

"DO YOU THINK THAT I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ISSUE WAS SHE NEEDED HELP WITH?"

Lindsey rubbed his bright red cheek, "God, STOP, it was about Isabelle!"

"I'm so sick and tired of ISABELLE! STEVIE THIS AND ISABELLE THAT! YOU ARE NOT PART OF THAT FAMILY! YOU ARE PART OF THIS ONE!" Kristen pointed to the floor.

"So, just because I never knew that I had an older child for thirty years - I'm supposed to just pretend that she doesn't exist? Pretend that she doesn't matter? How could you even THINK that I could do that? She's my flesh and blood just like our three kids! I will NEVER tell my eldest child that she is not part of my family because she IS. Who do you think you are?"

"I am your WIFE," crying, "You married ME. Not Stevie - not Isabelle, ME! We shared vows and promises that are only to be shared between TWO people, not three or FOUR!"

"Look," Lindsey held out his hands, "You can be pissed off at me but don't even start to bring Stevie or Isabelle in to THIS. I went to see Stevie to talk about OUR daughter," heading up the stairs, "I'm sorry that I left the kids and I am going to apologize right now but Will had everything under control. I just didn't know that I left my phone behind, I won't ever do that again," reaching the top of the stairs where he began to apologize to each of his children.

Kristen stood at the bottom of the steps with her arms crossed over her chest, she was tired of him playing games with her. She could smell that perfume that only STEVIE would wear and the dried sweat on his body that was almost putrid, was only another sign that he was a complete liar.

Feeling bold and defensive of her family, Kristen grabbed her own phone and searched for Stevie's many numbers, calling the condo's phone and knowing exactly what she was going to say once she answered.