H.E.L.P. ... I'm addicted

Part 11 - The future starts now

Stevie's parents cried when Lindsey told them what happened with their daughter, Stevie not capable of talking about it as it hurt too much. She would barely eat and she would keep herself holed up in her bedroom, almost just the way she had been with the Klonopin. It scared Lindsey, extremely, hoping that this was not going to be the start of something else that would put her back in to rehab.

Returning to Arizona from California, Lindsey moved his things in to a guest bedroom, temporarily moving in with Stevie as he wanted to keep their relationship alive. It was an ugly argument that he had with Cheri, breaking up with her, telling her the truth about his love for Stevie and it breaking her heart, making him feel guilty but he wouldn't give up on his first love. If anything, how bad the circumstances were, it brought them closer together.

Entering her darkened bedroom, things looked the same from before he left, the candles flickering at the end of their wick as he relit new ones. "Hey, baby," sliding on to the bed with her, caressing the side of her head as she opened her eyes. "Hi, beautiful. I missed you and I hope you missed me."

All she did was nod, eyes puffy and red, Lindsey feeling the dampness on her pillow as he laid near.

"Your mother told me that you have basically slept the whole time I was gone. Honey, I am so worried about you. I love you so much and to see you like this again is breaking my heart."

"How long were you gone?" asking him in a raspy tone.

"Gosh, baby, I was gone three days."

"It doesn't feel like it."

Sighing, Lindsey pulled her in to his arms, kissing her drying lips as he knew she wasn't up for conversation, just wanting to show her that he was there. He bascially laid with her the rest of the day, watching her go from tears to sleep, massaging her back to keep her relaxed.

Watching her sleep had him drifting, his eyes opening then closing, figuring there would be no harm in a nap as he let himself fall in to a deep slumber.

When he woke, Stevie was not at his side, searching for her as he found her finally eating something in the kitchen. She already looked as if she lost weight, rubbing one of his eyebrows as he stepped near, arms wrapping around her waist as he kissed the back of her head.

"Hey," closing her eyes as she placed the knife down on the counter, having just cut herself up some tomatoes for a sandwich.

"Hey, baby, how are you? I'm so glad to see you up and about," rubbing her shoulders as she then turned.

"I am so sorry with how I have been acting...I know that I am no fun but I thank you so much for not turning away."

"What did I tell you?" taking her face. "I'm not going anywhere," kissing her lips. "You have every right to grieve as long as you please, I am still in mourning myself, but I won't let this tear us apart. I won't allow this tragedy to keep us from moving on."

She nodded. "I thought of naming them...I hate calling them a tragedy  or an it,  even a baby!  I want a name and since we didn't know the sex, I thought we could go unisex. There are a few names that I thought of; like Robin, Lindsey, Kim, Jess..."

He smiled, "I love all of those."

"I'm partial to Robin only because of my friend."

"Then we will name them, Robin."

"Thank you," lip quivering as she wrapped her arms around him, laying her face on to his chest. "I wish that I would have thought of keeping the embryo, giving them a proper goodbye."

"I'll tell you what, we will give them a proper goodbye. We'll have a plague put together and we can even plant a tree or some flowers in memory."