Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, Kristen sighed heavily. Pushing the covers down, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reached for her robe. She took the stairs down and then again into the basement, where Lindsey's home studio was. Pushing the door open, she inhaled a very particular smell.
"Are you smoking pot?" Arching her eyebrow, Kristen asked, arms folded over her chest.
Seeing no point in lying, Lindsey shrugged his shoulders and took another drag. "Yeah."
"I thought we've discussed this, Lindsey."
Maybe because of the light buzz he was feeling, he grinned, putting the joint out into the ashtray. "You sound like my mother, which you are not."
"It's not good for the baby."
"Well, it's not you getting stoned, right?"
"Why are you acting like this?" Kristen felt frustrated and upset at the same time, her voice going higher than usual. "Do you know what time it is? I was waiting for you in the bedroom."
"I don't remember asking you to." Lindsey shrugged, closing his eyes as he put his feet up on the table. "I'm working."
"Working?" Kristen scoffed. "This doesn't look like it to me." She looked around, only seeing his guitar beside him and a couple of sheet of papers nearby. "It's her fault. You jumped at the first chance to be with her."
"We're musicians, Kristen, artists. We all have different methods." He replied, ignoring the mention of Stevie. "Weed helps me, always has. You should be grateful I'm not doing lines of coke right now." Lindsey never spoke that way to his girlfriend. He may not agree with her on many things and quite often, but usually he would just keep his opinion to himself.
"What are you working on? Can I hear it?" Still standing in the doorway, Kristen asked, but definitely not because she was interested.
"It's one of Stevie's songs."
"Ah! Of course, it is." Kristen rolled her eyes. "And I bet it's about you, right?"
"She didn't say."
"She doesn't have to, she's that transparent. Honestly, it's pathetic the way she still holds onto whatever fantasy she's living in." Kristen never turned down an opportunity to take a dig at Stevie.
That caused Lindsey's attitude to change and he sat up, narrowing his eyes at Kristen. "Why do you just assume there's something between Stevie and I? That she still wants me? I think it's safe to say that we both have moved on."
"I thought that you have. I'm not so sure anymore." She shook her head. "And Stevie, she doesn't have anything or anyone else in her life not to be still dreaming about you. Seriously, tell me because I don't understand, how is she so much better than I am?" Kristen demanded. "I mean, any other normal aging rockstar would worship the ground I walk on? I'm much younger, I'm in great shape. Well, I was, until you knocked me up. I'm way prettier than her."
Lindsey creased his eyebrows. "Is that all I am to you? An aging rockstar?"
"That- that came out wrong." Kristen shifted her weight, casting her eyes down.
"And sure, we didn't plan to have a baby, but I'm happy about it. I've always wanted to be a father. I thought you were happy about it, too."
Chewing on her bottom lip, Kristen finally approached Lindsey and took a seat next to him. "I'm sorry, honey. I just..." She shrugged. "Maybe I'm just tired, I'm not thinking clearly. I didn't mean what I said. Of course you mean a lot to me and I couldn't be happier about starting a family."
Lindsey scoffed, shaking his head. "Somehow it's not that easy for me to believe you right now. If all you wanted was an affair with an aging rockstar, we don't have to pretend. Clearly, you didn't think this would go as far as it has."
"Forget I said anything." Kristen attempted to smile, taking Lindsey's hand in between hers. "I was just a little upset because you haven't been spending a lot of time with me. It's okay. Everything's fine."
"Right." Lindsey nodded, unconvinced. "You should go to bed, get some rest."
"Are you going to join me?"
"Soon." He replied, but after Kristen left his bunker, Lindsey stayed in it for another couple of hours instead.
