Today wasn't so bad I guess.I felt like a new kid in school, until some of my colleagues introduced themselves to me and they seem like nice people. I chatted with a couple past the hello and I think, I'll manage.
Now, however, I'm glad I'm on my way home. I want to sit down with Stevie, have a nice meal and head to bed. I'm quite exhausted actually, more mentally than physically though. There's traffic, so while I'm waiting, I message Stevie that I'll be back soon, but I don't get a response from her. She's probably busy with something.
Once I'm back, I place my things down and call Stevie's name. Knowing her, I expected her to come rushing to me, asking me a bunch of questions about my day, but she doesn't. She doesn't even answer me. I check and she's not in the kitchen, so I walk to the bedroom and see her in bed. Oh, she's asleep. That explains it.
I approach the bed and kneel beside her. "Hey, baby. I'm back." I say, kissing her lips softly. There's something off about her, has she been crying?
As soon as Stevie opens her eyes, she pulls away from me. Okay, something is definitely wrong, not that I know what. When I left this morning, she said, she had plans for us in the evening and now she's getting away from me, giving me a stern look.
"What's the matter?" I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed, when Stevie sits up right, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Maybe you can tell me." She says and then I notice a bag on the bed on my side. "Farrah paid me a visit."
"Oh..." I sigh. "What'd she say? Or do?"
"Well, she brought your things, she said, you left them at her place the other night."
I frown, reaching for the bag. I recognize the clothes as mine, but I haven't seen them in a long time. "That's not true."
"So, these aren't yours then?" Stevie raises an eyebrow and I gulp.
"Yes, they're mine, but they must be from when we were still together. I think, I would remember if I had redressed at her place recently, which I haven't." I shake my head. "I went there a couple of nights ago to spend time with my son. I was there for two or three hours, then I left and came home to you." Stevie's silent. I think she's considering my explanation. "Babe, I've got nothing to hide from you."
"What about this?" Stevie takes something from her nightstand and thrusts it into my hand.
It's a box, I look it over and there's something inside. I open to take it out and a pregnancy tests falls into my hand. A positive one. I shake my head, putting the thing back in its box.
"That..." I shrug. "This is stupid. I don't know what Farrah is trying to prove here, but I can tell you that I haven't slept with her since we were a couple. That must have been like... half a year ago or so. And does she seem like she's six months pregnant?"
"N-no." Stevie shakes her head, but I can tell she's not convinced. "That time, when you called me late at night, because you wanted to tell me, Farrah kissed you... was that all that happened? Or did you feel guilty and you thought, admitting you two kissed would be good enough?"
"Stevie, I haven't cheated on you! Can't you see what she's doing here?" I scoff. "She's jealous, she told me herself, she wanted me back, but she didn't know about you then. Now she does, she's trying to break us up."
I'm not used to Stevie being so quiet. Farrah wanted to mess with her head and apparently she succeeded.
"I want to trust you." Stevie says, looking at me. She's upset.
"Trust me, baby. I swear to you, I have no feelings for her and I don't want to go back to her, because I have you know." I risk touching her, I place my hand over Stevie's. She doesn't take it, but she's not pulling away either. "Who knows if Farrah is actually pregnant? Don't you think she would have come to me first? It's all just a show, it's a game to her I guess. I've moved on from that relationship, I haven't slept with her since you and I started dating. I love you."
Stevie doesn't reply. She lands her feet on the floor, biting her bottom lip. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, then says. "I think... I think, I'm going to go home."
"Don't, please. Don't let her get to you, Stevie." I plead, reaching for her hand, but Stevie gets up and starts gathering her things. "You don't have to leave. I'm telling you the truth."
She's not packing all of her things, which is a good thing, but she's still determined to spend the night away from me. I hope, only this one night.
"Please, don't call me. I'll call you." Stevie tells me and I don't get to say anything else, she's gone.
Damn you, Farrah! I must sort this out.
