Taking Chances

24. One Day at a Time

Walking through the front door, Lindsey was calm and collected when he entered the house.

It was dark out therefore making it dark inside. Though when he walked into the living room, he was met by his wife whom was on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand and the stove light was on in the kitchen which peered into the room she was in very subtly.

"Hey..." he mumbled---taking her in as best as he could see.

Looking back at him, she rested her head along the couch, "Hi..." she blinked heavily and smiled.

"Are you drunk?" he came near to turn the small lamp on.

"Yes, sir... Where have you been?" she asked, leaning forward to set her glass down.

"I wanted to cool down," he explained.

"Mm..." she arched a brow. "Shit, I didn't mean to drink in front of you, I'm sorry," she mentioned.

"No, you're okay," he actually smiled since she still cared. "Why don't you go to bed?"

"I am," she stood up fast and then started to topple. "I'm alright, I'm just walking to the stairs," she assured, putting her hands up to gesture.

"Well, go ahead," he got out of her way and he watched her intently because he wasn't sure she was going to make it up the stairs on her own.

She slowly moved passed him and she patted his chest gently before gripping his tee shirt. "You're a good man, Lindsey, and I am sorry," she whispered.

"Just go to sleep," he guided her a tad.

"Okay, I'm going... You don't have to tell me twice."

He couldn't help but chuckle because whenever she was drunk, she was light hearted and silly though she was always incredibly calm.

She then made it up a few steps of the stairs before missing a step and falling flat on her tummy.

"Stevie?" he came over as soon as he heard her fall.

"I'm fine," she laughed heavily, finding it really hysterical.

"Okay, are you good?" he helped her stand up.

"I'm good, I'm just going to bed."

"Alright, let me help you," he wrapped her arm around his neck and he carried her at the waist, helping her as much as he could.

Once they got to her bedroom, he helped her get into bed.

She let off a huff as soon as her back hit the mattress. "Come here," she gestured for him as she sprawled out a little.

"Stevie, stop," he had to come to the bedside so he could put her on her side. He then tucked a pillow at her back so she stayed in that position.

"I thought you wanted me?" she complained.

"You have a boyfriend," he added, not even caring at this point as he tucked her in.

"Who cares? I have a husband too," she insisted as she curled up to her pillows.

"Ah, okay," he replied, just humoring her since she made little sense. "Sleep tight, okay?"

"Mhmm, I love you," as her eyes fluttered shut and she tucked her face into the crook of her arm.

"I love you too," he assured, patting her hip gently. He then walked out of the bedroom and he started taking his jacket off as he pulled her door shut.

"Dad, is mom okay?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah, she's fine. She just drank a little too much," he replied.