I Want To Be With You...Everywhere

Chapter 40: Better Than It Seems {2/2}

"Um, no," Osmond said truthfully. "This is my flat, they're at home. Did you want to meet them?"

"No! We don't want to inconvenience you," Stevie said. "Right, Linds?" she said, shooting daggers with her eyes.

"No, never," Lindsey said, untruthfully. He just didn't want to get hit again. "Anyway, you have a place of your own?" he smiled.

"Yeah," he said, sort of hesitating.

"Well, that's very nice," she said and gave him a slight wink.

"Um, you wouldn't happen to have your parents phone number on hand, would you?" Lindsey asked.

"No, but I can write it for you." He then walked back into his flat and Lindsey peeked inside and got a slight glance of the inside. Osmond came out with a paper in hand, for Ameera's parents.

"Thanks, baby," Stevie said as she stepped forward to hug him, briefly.

"No problem," he smiled as he hugged her back. "Be safe out on tour and take care of the baby."

"Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to have anything for irritability, would ya?"

"Come on, Lindsey," Stevie said pulling him by his jacket.

Osmond laughed as she dragged him away. "Sorry," he shrugged.

"Thanks, anyway," Lindsey mentioned before he was taken away from the door.

They get downstairs and Stevie gets into the passenger seat, clicking her seat belt on.

"Alright, food," Lindsey said.

"Yes!" she let out a slight growl of relief because, she was hungry.

"Awe, is my princess hungry?" he asked rubbing the side of her face.

"She is and she's sorry for hitting you so hard," she said sympathetically.

"It's alright, angel," he chuckled as he backed out of the parking spot.

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Meanwhile, Ameera was at the little yarn store with her grandma and she was picking out a color for the baby blanket.

"What do you think?" Ameera said, holding up a couple different blues shades of Chenille yarn.

"Hmm, I like the darker one," Barbara said.

"Good, me too," she chuckled, grabbing a few skeins of the yarn.

"Get a bunch. You don't know if they'll run out," her grandmother urged.

"How many of these should I get?" she asked as she squatted.

"What are you doing crocheting or knitting?"

"Crocheting."

"Um, maybe twelve. How big are making it?"

"Well, not too big, but big enough."

Oddly, Barbara knew exactly what that meant eve though it wasn't too clear. "Okay, just get twelve and whatever you don't use, we can bring it back or you can use for another project."

"Alrighty, sounds good." She then stood up and began looking for a color that suited her friend.

"Are we done?" Barbara asked, looking at her granddaughter, still looking at yarns.

"Yeah...hold on, what color do you think suits Rebecca?"

"Well, none of those," she laughed at the dark colors Ameera had in her hand. "These are more her," she said, handing her a soft yellow.