Why?

VII

"I fucking knew it, you lying piece of shit!" She raged, Karen holding her back from running at us.
"Stevie I'm sorry she force-" Karen attempted to explain, being interrupted. I stared in disbelief, feeling Lindsey's warmth disappear from my shoulders. "Kristen, honey, this isn't...I..." She sobbed as he walked toward her, pausing as the baby monitor sounded. Kristen's eyes welled with more tears as Hannah's giggles filled the hallway. I pushed past them all, as they stood as if time had stopped. I found Hannah making appreciative noises at her mobile as it rotated in the breeze from the ajar window. I held back my own tears as I realised that our secret, little life could never be the same again, my throat and chest throbbing with agony. I carried Hannah downstairs as she played with my hair, finding all three of them still silent, Lindsey slightly closer to Kristen. I wasn't sure what to do, so I avoided eye contact with any of them and barged past them into the kitchen, warming some milk for Hannah as I balanced her on my hip. Soon Kristen followed me in. "I knew you hadn't left him for good you little slut." She hissed.
"Just leave it." Lindsey interjected, holding her back.
"And let me guess! This kid is his isn't it?!" I blanked her.
"ANSWER ME!" She screamed, startling Hannah who began to cry.
I turned around to bore my eyes in Lindsey's.
"Ask your husband." I spoke to her for the first time, storming back into the lounge as I comforted Hannah, then patted her back to ensure her milk wasn't winding her.
"Karen, I...We need to go."
"What Stevie? Where?"
"I...Away...From this bullshit."
"This is your house Stevie."
"You're right, can you mind her for a few minutes please, take her into the playroom?" Karen obliged, and left. I returned to the kitchen where Kristen sat in hysterics at the breakfast bar, and Lindsey was still shirtless, gripping the counter as he attempted to deflect her accusations, some true, some false. They turned, both focusing on me as I entered.
"This is my property. That little girl is my daughter. Lindsey is her father. If you cannot handle that then speak. To. Him." I asserted and she sobbed into her hands, hunching over. Lindsey ran his hands through his hair, the vein on his neck characteristically protruding in distress.
"Are you going to say ANYTHING to ME?!" I yelled at him from metres away. He gave me an apologetic look as tears began to escape and stream down my cheeks. A moment passed and nothing but a sigh left his mouth.
"Get out." I ordered, Kristen turned to look at Lindsey.
"I said. Get. Out!" I repeated. Kristen stood up and flew past me, Lindsey slowly paced toward me, reaching to touch my arm. "Steph."
"It's over," I croaked. "Just leave me alone."