Chapter Twelve: A Long Cold Stroll
Lydia anxiously awaited Nick's arrival from Nick. She sat on the couch typing away on her laptop. When she heard the pleasant sound of Nick's squeaky brakes on his Tahoe - she always told him to get them checked, but did he? Of course not.
Nick opened the front door and walked in. Lydia sat up and tried to look as casual as possible.
"Hey, honey," Lydia said with a smile.
Nick was quiet as he opened his laptop up and began to work.
"Nick," Lydia stood up and walked over to him. "Nick, what's wrong? Did you have a bad day?" Lydia looked over at the clock and noticed it was late: 9:15.
Nick sat there typing, completely oblivious to Lydia.
Lydia was sick of being ignored and sexily scooted on his lap. "Hi," she said with a smile.
Nick looked her in the eyes.
She kissed him. Lydia knew something was definitely wrong. "Nick, honey, please talk to me."
"I'm fine. Sorry, I really want to get this sick-o."
"Wall, can it wait?" She asked him with a smile and a kiss on the nose. "I have a surprise for you in the bedroom." Lydia said as she grabbed his waist.
"I'm not in the mood. Can you just leave me alone?" He answered bitterly.
Nick not in the mood? What was his problem?
Lydia thought hard as Nick stirred in the chair.
"Lydia, just - just go," Nick said angrily.
"Fine." Lydia stood up and walked to the front door. She slid on her shows and opened the door, fighting back tears. She slammed the door to make a statement as she left.
It was relatively cold outside, definitely not a Vegas night. Lydia walked down the driveway muttering to herself about how stupid she was and how she shouldn't have expected that Nick would care about her and their baby.
Lydia walked down the street and around the track. She shivered and wished she had one of Nick's oversized sweatshirts. Lydia ended up walking for quite a long time; 3 miles to be exact. She decided she should go home. It probably wasn't too healthy for her baby.
Lydia entered the house to find Nick sound asleep at the kitchen table. She squinted at the microwave clock, which revealed the time. 11:37. Lydia walked over and knelt down next to a snoring Nick. She kissed his head in hopes to wake him up. He didn't stir or even flinch,
Lydia was thankful that he had decided to snooze in a swivel chair. She wheeled him into the bedroom and pushed him on the new, fluffy bed. Lydia took Nick's shows, pants, and shirt off, leaving him to sleep in his boxers.
She grabbed her pillow and blankets and retreated to the couch for a nice, long nap.
Lydia blinked a couple of times to reveal a panicked Nick standing over her.
"Nick, what's wrong?" She asked with a yawn.
"I'm so sorry," he said embracing her. "I love you so much. I just - just can be in idiot sometimes." He pulled back and looked as her. "Do you forgive me?" he asked.
"Of course," Lydia said sleepily. "What time is it?"
"3:30ish. Sorry, I panicked when I went to snuggle with you and you weren't there," he smiled.
Lydia laid back on the couch and gently shut her eyes.
"Will you come keep me company?" Nick asked her.
"Yeah, I suppose." Lydia half-smiled. She just wanted to sleep.
Nick picked her up off the couch gently and carried her to the bedroom.
Lydia anxiously awaited Nick's arrival from Nick. She sat on the couch typing away on her laptop. When she heard the pleasant sound of Nick's squeaky brakes on his Tahoe - she always told him to get them checked, but did he? Of course not.
Nick opened the front door and walked in. Lydia sat up and tried to look as casual as possible.
"Hey, honey," Lydia said with a smile.
Nick was quiet as he opened his laptop up and began to work.
"Nick," Lydia stood up and walked over to him. "Nick, what's wrong? Did you have a bad day?" Lydia looked over at the clock and noticed it was late: 9:15.
Nick sat there typing, completely oblivious to Lydia.
Lydia was sick of being ignored and sexily scooted on his lap. "Hi," she said with a smile.
Nick looked her in the eyes.
She kissed him. Lydia knew something was definitely wrong. "Nick, honey, please talk to me."
"I'm fine. Sorry, I really want to get this sick-o."
"Wall, can it wait?" She asked him with a smile and a kiss on the nose. "I have a surprise for you in the bedroom." Lydia said as she grabbed his waist.
"I'm not in the mood. Can you just leave me alone?" He answered bitterly.
Nick not in the mood? What was his problem?
Lydia thought hard as Nick stirred in the chair.
"Lydia, just - just go," Nick said angrily.
"Fine." Lydia stood up and walked to the front door. She slid on her shows and opened the door, fighting back tears. She slammed the door to make a statement as she left.
It was relatively cold outside, definitely not a Vegas night. Lydia walked down the driveway muttering to herself about how stupid she was and how she shouldn't have expected that Nick would care about her and their baby.
Lydia walked down the street and around the track. She shivered and wished she had one of Nick's oversized sweatshirts. Lydia ended up walking for quite a long time; 3 miles to be exact. She decided she should go home. It probably wasn't too healthy for her baby.
Lydia entered the house to find Nick sound asleep at the kitchen table. She squinted at the microwave clock, which revealed the time. 11:37. Lydia walked over and knelt down next to a snoring Nick. She kissed his head in hopes to wake him up. He didn't stir or even flinch,
Lydia was thankful that he had decided to snooze in a swivel chair. She wheeled him into the bedroom and pushed him on the new, fluffy bed. Lydia took Nick's shows, pants, and shirt off, leaving him to sleep in his boxers.
She grabbed her pillow and blankets and retreated to the couch for a nice, long nap.
Lydia blinked a couple of times to reveal a panicked Nick standing over her.
"Nick, what's wrong?" She asked with a yawn.
"I'm so sorry," he said embracing her. "I love you so much. I just - just can be in idiot sometimes." He pulled back and looked as her. "Do you forgive me?" he asked.
"Of course," Lydia said sleepily. "What time is it?"
"3:30ish. Sorry, I panicked when I went to snuggle with you and you weren't there," he smiled.
Lydia laid back on the couch and gently shut her eyes.
"Will you come keep me company?" Nick asked her.
"Yeah, I suppose." Lydia half-smiled. She just wanted to sleep.
Nick picked her up off the couch gently and carried her to the bedroom.