Chapter 3: Sleep
After stopping by the pharmacy with her exhausted daughter, Stef drove the car home. She didn't discipline yet; that could wait until Callie was feeling better. They pulled up to the sleepy house, all lights extinguished, trees rapping against the glossy windows.
"Okay my girl, we're home." Stef said quietly. Callie unbuckled her own seatbelt this time, eying the gauze bandage circling her wrist.
"Come on now." She held Callie up and the two strolled to the front door, their faces saturated in moonlight.
Once the door was safely locked behind them, Stef looked up the stairs and down to Callie.
"I'm not sure I believe in your ability to make it up the stairs right now, baby girl." Stef said, her voice piercing through the dark.
"Me neither." Callie admitted truthfully. Stef chuckled before reaching an arm around Callie's shoulder.
"I guess I'd better get you up the stairs, then." Stef smiled, kissing her daughter's temple. She bent down, picking Callie up like a baby. With the tote bag of medical items for Callie suspended on her wrist, they slowly made it up the stairs. Stef was worn out. She wanted nothing more that to send Callie to bed in her own room and go cuddle with her wife in the other. However, she didn't trust Callie in her state, and feared she would experience some unpleasant symptoms during the remainder of the night.
She set Callie down, gripping her good arm to ensure she wouldn't run to her own room.
"I need you to be silent, Callie. Mama is sleeping in there."
Callie nodded, a little nervous and irritated that she'd be sleeping in her moms' room.
Stef creaked open the door. She heard a whisper emerge from the darkness. "Stef? How was work?"
Callie cursed at herself for waking Lena. It was bad enough that just Stef was disappointed in her, but both of her moms?
"Lena, love. I'm really sorry to do this, but I need you to wake up for a while. I have Callie with me. We've had an interesting night."
