Why?

XXXIII

"Your lawyer called."
I spun to find Stevie standing in the doorway of the nursery, looking concerned.
"It's late, I'll call back first thing tomorrow."
"Lindsey she's trying to take any custody from you."
I sat down on the rocking chair we usually sat with Hannah on, my feet on the floor and my hands on my head as I was stumped for words.
"She won't win. I won't let her. She has absolutely no case," She assured me.
I felt her palm rub my shoulder tentatively, and I knew she was fearing an outburst from me.
"Babe I'm not angry with you," I sigh.
"I know I just...Know there's really nothing I can do to help, and I know you like your space."
I took the hand she had on my shoulder and drew it to my lips.
"I'm gonna make sure this little one is changed for bed."

I stalked off to riff on my guitar for a while, downing a few glasses of what alcohol I could find, before finding Stevie in bed.
"You know...I love it here."
"Me too."
"But our family is back in the USA. My mom, and Will most importantly."
"Are you saying we should move back?"
"I've been thinking about it. This place was supposed to be your birthday present after all, we should keep it as a getaway."
"I love that idea."
"Me too."
"Steph?"
"Yes."
"I was going to ask you to marry me the other day."
"I...I thought so."
"What would you have said?"
"Yes."