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Lindsey's POV

"I'm pregnant" she says and I just stare at her. "Did you hear me?" Her eyebrows knit together in concern. "Lindsey?"

"You're what?" Her bottom lip quivers and she repeats herself.

"P-pregnant." Tears are forming in her eyes and I need to think of something quick. Her announcement came out of left field. I don't even know when this could have happened. We were protected, weren't we? Fuck.

"This can't be happening" I say aloud.

"But it is" A tear slips down her cheek.

"Why are you telling me this now?" I don't even know what I'm saying to her anymore. All of my thoughts are a jumbled mess, just like my emotions.

"I...I just thought you'd want to know. I'm sorry I ever came here." She turns to leave and I grab her arm a little too hard. She winces, turning around to face me again.

"Stephanie..." When I say her name, she only cries more. I'm trying to make this better but it keeps getting worse.

"Please don't call me that." she whispers, biting her lip. It's still quivering. I don't know what I've done.

"I'm sorry"

"I'll leave you alone. Goodnight."

"Stevie, don't go." I'm stalling, trying to come up with something to say. She's pregnant, it's obviously mine. Say something, idiot, make this better. "How?"

"How?" she echoed. "How?" She's looking at me in disbelief, almost scoffing at my stupidity. Yes, Stevie, I am really this dumb. "We made love."

"We made love" I repeat flatly. She nods. "And you got pregnant."

"Mm-hmm" She kind of smiles at me but I don't think she's happy. "Lindsey, are you stoned or something?"

"No" I shake my head and she shakes hers too.

"Y'know, I feel like I'm in the twilight zone. I told you I'm...and you're just..." She waves her hand, motioning toward my current semi-catatonic state. "Don't you feel anything?"

"Stevie, I...I don't know what to say."

She half-chuckles. "Okay." This is unlike her. She's accepting defeat. She's told me something huge and I can't muster up anything other than repeating things she's already said. "We're going around in circles and let's face it, I'm tired. We've been in the studio all day so I'm just going to go home, make a cup of tea and go to sleep." I watch her turn around and walk away. I guess my grip on her had loosened. I blink slowly. She's gone through quite a few emotions, just standing here the last however long and I've got nothing. I take a seat on the nearest chair and scrub a hand over my face.

Some time later, I feel a large hand on my shoulder and I look up. Mick. "Hey mate."

"Hey"

"Are you alright? You look..." He doesn't finish his sentence.

"Stevie's pregnant." I say and his mouth falls open. "I'm uh, I'm going to be a dad." My eyes are watering and I wipe them with the back of my hand. "Stevie's having a baby." I'm repeating myself but it's finally kicking in. "Stevie's having my baby."

"Did she just tell you?" he asks and I nod.

"Yeah"

"Are you happy?"

Tough question. "I think so," I reply, my mind still reeling over the realization. "Yeah, I am."

"Does she know how you feel?" I shake my head. "Oh..."

"I'll tell her. I'll call her."

"Congratulations, Lindsey, to both of you." he says before walking out of the room. I turn toward the desk and I wonder if she's home yet. Maybe I should just go over there. She said she was going to make tea and sleep but I've never known her to go to sleep this early. I get up from my chair and grab my jacket. I dig my keys from my pocket and head to my car. The drive is short but I can't stop thinking. The moment I pull into her driveway, I know she's home. I stand on her porch and ring her bell, waiting for her to appear. The door opens and she looks absolutely gorgeous. Her hair is twisted up in a clip, she's not wearing any makeup, only a thin nightgown and robe. She looks so small in front of me.

"Lindsey...what are you doing here?"

I don't know. I just wanted to see her. I step forward and she watches me, uncertainty in her eyes. I extend my hand and touch her cheek just as my lips capture hers. I expect her to pull away but she doesn't. I continue to step forward with her until I'm inside her house. I shut the door, pulling at her robe. I need her. We find ourselves on her couch and I climb over her, fumbling with my jeans. I'm frustrated and she sees this, giggling at my enthusiasm.

"You're so cute" she says and she disarms me. I feel myself smiling. I finally get my pants down and I ruche up her nightgown. She's not wearing panties- perfect. I press the head of my cock to her entrance, steadying it with my hand wrapped around its shaft. I'm so hard that I'm aching for her. The moment I'm inside her, I groan loudly. More giggling, but she starts to moan as I move in and out of her. She feels so good. Warm, and wet, her walls hugging me. Her knees clamp my sides and she wraps her legs around me, plunging me deeper inside.

"Jesus..." I don't last as long as I usually do. With the emotions and how good she feels, I can't hold it. If it bothers her, she doesn't show it. Her moans are louder and she seems more sensitive that normal. She clenches around me, her walls quaking as she writhes beneath me. She's breathless, her chest heaving, and I am too. I touch her face, leaning down to kiss her. I don't want to get out. I want to stay like this forever. She's beautiful and she looks so happy. Her skin is fresh, slightly pink and dewy...is that a word? I think I heard it in a makeup ad on tv once. I slip out and lay beside her, smoothing my fingers over her slightly golden skin.

"So" she says and I look into her eyes. She's giving me that adorable crooked smirk. "What was all that?"

"I don't know" I say honestly and she chuckles. "I guess we're celebrating."

"Are you happy?" she asks. "About the baby, I mean?"

I nod. "Yeah, I am."

She smiles, cuddling into my side. Her arm drapes across my chest. "Me too"

I smooth her hair, kissing her forehead before we both drift into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: This is a story that will take place mostly in the 1990s. This is where the family started in this universe I'm trying to create. Also, since I've never written as Lindsey, I thought it would be fun to try. Please let me know if you like this. Second thing, is that my phone is having major issues, saving or posting photos so my cover will not exist until I can fix those issues, as I can only write on my phone.

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