H.E.L.P. ... I'm addicted

Part 16 - Inseparable

In the middle of the night, Stevie felt herself becoming more understanding to what Lindsey was going through, having thought about it through out the night. She hadn't heard a peep from him and felt it was her time to once again go to him, possibly being able to help him just as much as he had helped her, heading for the guest room but finding nothing but a single note:

Stevie -

When I think about how much I love you, I can't put it in to words, only show you, it pains me to see us drifting so far apart.

I feel as if I should find help for myself because it's unhealthy for you and the baby, giving me the only option but to seek help back in California.

You know that I am just a call away but please seek refuge with your mother until I can make myself well again, I can be no use if I keep hiding liquor like a struggling alcoholic.

You're everything that I need, want, and desire but I won't hurt our love any longer. Give me some time, baby, and I will come back to you.

I love you, Steph -

Linds.

Her tears made it hard to see, crimpling the note to her chest as she bent over and screamed in to the pillows, smelling him then crying even harder as she cuddled against the scent he left behind. She never thought that a pregnancy would do this to them, make them both so unwilling to understand the other, not believing once that he would leave her.

Lindsey entered his home back in California, the familiarity of it all comforting as he tossed his keys on to the kitchen table, opening the fridge to spoiled food. How stupid could he have been to keep these products in his fridge? Having to call for carryout as all he had was sodas, not wanting to drive with the lack of sleep he'd gotten, having had a few drinks on the plane back home, thinking about Stevie and their baby. Would she come back to him? Would she allow him to come back to their family?  He couldn't stop thinking about the fact he may have made things worse but this was a mission to save himself before the addiction got worse, laying back on the couch as he finally got his eyes to rest.

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A few days passed by and though the house was quiet, peaceful to sleep, Stevie was incapable of doing that, seeing how having Lindsey there really was a blessing. Her body would ache and he would be there. Cold or hot, Lindsey would fix it. Hungry? He'd never let her go hungry! Missing those occasional belly rubs that he would do as a ritual greeting, her not caring at all now that he had been drinking. She needed him and once again she had to be the peacemaker.

Having set up an appointment to see a counselor, Lindsey fought with his conscience with the bottle of whiskey he'd just purchased, walking to the kitchen then turning on his heel - only to come back to stare at the bottle, feeling like an utter fool! He should have never allowed himself the first sip of liquor that week of their fight over a silly gardener! All these years and he was still the jealous, possessive boyfriend she despised!

"You fvcking idiot!" picking up the bottle and smashing it in to the floor, pieces of shattered glass everywhere. Now what was he going to do?! It helped his anger but not the urge he was fighting hard to break.

Hearing the doorbell, it only made him angrier, wondering who it could be since no one knew he was back in town!

Racing towards the continuous persistent guest, he didn't even think to look through the peep hole, the door flying open as he was just about to scream in their face.

"Stevie?"

"How could you leave me?! How could you just pack your things and go?!"  slamming her tiny fists in to his chest as she sobbed, Lindsey pulling her inside as he kicked the door shut, pinning her back to his chest as he held her tight. "How could you?! Answer me!"