It Was You.

November 2nd 1986

The soft knock on her door made her wince, "He's here, should I send him away again?" the nurse questioned.

A deep sigh was her reply at first, Lindsey had visited her everyday since she admitted herself. She had refused to see him everyday since she admitted herself. She looked awful, pale skin (paler than usual), her hair was dry and flat, the bags under her eyes had taken permanent residence, and she had gained a good ten pounds. It wasn't that they weren't speaking. Actually, the opposite, they were back together, or they had been prior to starting rehab. He seemed okay when they talked on the phone, which was everyday. However, she couldn't see him; she couldn't look into his eyes because she wasn't his Stevie and that terrified her. But they needed to talk--in person. "Let him in." She barley whispered.

The nurse smiled at her, leading Mr. Buckingham into her room. "Door stays open, Stephanie you know the rules." The nurse said sternly walking back down the hallway leaving Lindsey just inside the doorway, hands stuffed in his front pockets.

"Stephanie," he sighed happily, his crooked grin melting her heart the instant she turned around. He's growing his beard back in and his curls getting longer remind her of the Lindsey from when they first moved in together. "You look great" he commented, taking her hand and kissing it.

"No I don't," she replied yanking her hand away. "We aren't supposed to touch," she mumbled and crossed her legs underneath her. "Lindsey," she said taking in a shaky breath.

"Before you start," He said taking his eyes off the Wisteria tree outside her window, setting his eyes on her, he thought she was the most beautiful of every person he'd set eyes on, even in these circumstances. "I love you, I'm proud of you, and you don't look bad, you look like my old Stevie, I remember when you used to get off work at the diner and you would take down your hair and you looked exhausted,"

She snorted, "thanks."

He laughed, "hey now, you didn't let me finish, you did look exhausted, but you looked happy and beautiful," when he finished his heartfelt sentence he kissed her softly.

As he pulled away she smiled. "You have redeemed yourself," she giggled, "did you see your counselor today?"

"I did, actually, we talked a lot about my anger and jealousy. I think it's really working Steph," he took a seat by the window and patted his lap. She gladly took a seat.

"Tell me if I crush you," she whispered resting her forehead on his before continuing the conversation. "I'm so glad it's working, but I really need to tell you something Lindsey."

"You're pregnant?" He grinned. "The hospital called the day after you left to tell you, but no one was home, so they left a message."

"Jesus Christ, I've worried this whole time and you knew?!" She threw up her hands exasperated.

"Yep," he replied cheekily, "So you're what, 12 weeks? And you get out next week. So you're almost done with morning sickness and stuff right?"

"Have you been reading?" She asked.

"I am very excited, I want to know everything, I don't want to screw this up, Steph," he laced their fingers together, "I've been making a list of names," he mentioned and took a piece of paper from his pocket.

It was filled with names and drawings, "Lindsey," she started to cry, "this is so sweet, an- and and," she couldn't get out words--she was so overwhelmed by emotions.

He put his lips to her temple, "shhhhh, it's okay baby, you have to breath, you don't want little buck getting upset."

She pulled away and smiled, "I love you, Lindsey,"

"I love you too, Stephanie," he replied.

Soon after, he had to leave, but she felt 100% better, secure on her knowledge that he loved her, still.