She Thinks She Needs Me She Thinks She Needs Me Chapter 3, a 7th heaven fanfic

Nope, still own nothing. See the first chapter for disclaimer.

She don't know how much I need her

She don't know I'd fall apart

Without her kiss

Without her touch

Without her faithful loving arms

She don't know that it's all about her

She don't know I can't live without her

She's my world

She's my everything

And she thinks she needs me

It was a warm summer day in Glen Oak and Kevin was busy planting flowers in the front yard. Kevin and Lucy had just bought their first house earlier in the spring. He promised her he would work on the landscaping, and naturally, Lucy wanted it done sooner rather than later. She had been reminding him of his promise for the past week and a half. Finally, he had the day off and would spend the afternoon planting flowers.

When he finally finished planting and watering the last pink impatients, he went inside to find Lucy. He spent the afternoon planting flowers and wanted her to come see what he had done to the yard. He found her stretched out on the leather couch in the living room reading. She looked like she was busy and he hated to interrupt her, so he leaned against the doorway watching her. She was beautiful. Her blond hair fell gracefully over her light pink tank top and she was absorbed in one of her books for class. This was how he loved her. Simple and beautiful.

Lucy could feel someone was standing behind her watching her. She sighed; she needed to finish reading this book for her Synoptic Gospel class tomorrow. She wasn't going to get anything done if he came in and started talking to her. She didn't want any distractions right now. She turned to face him. "Yes?" she snapped.

Kevin stood straight up surprised to hear her snap at him. "I finished planting all the flowers, do you want to see?" he asked walking towards her.

"I don't have time to look at flowers Kevin."

"It will only take a minute hun," he replied.

"No Kevin, I need to finish reading this for class tomorrow and then I have to write a paper analyzing why the Gospel of John isn't considered synoptic. Oh, and my parents are coming over for dinner tonight, so I need to get started cooking. But before I do that, I need to finish cleaning. So does it look like I have time to look at flowers?" She said angrily.

Kevin sat on the edge of the couch next to her. "I understand your busy, would you like me to help you with something? I can finish the cleaning, just tell me what needs to be done," he said as he put his arm around her.

She pushed him away. "I don't have time for this Kevin. Please just stay out of the way so I can finish everything." She slammed her book closed and stood up to leave but Kevin wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down in his lap. She started to protest but he kissed her firmly.

"Luce, maybe you should take a break. I would be happy to help you with the cooking or the cleaning, but you have to tell me what needs to be done."

"Kevin…" she whined, trying to wiggle free.

He started laughing at how serious she was being. "Luce," he said through his laughter, "Calm down, it's alright."

"Let go of me, I don't have time for this," she said adamantly.

"You don't have time for me anymore?" he asked jokingly.

She shot him an angry glare. "That's not what I said. Just…" She struggled to free herself from his arms and he finally released her. She immediately stood up and stalked away.

He knew Lucy was crazy and he still married her. She had complained about being busy before but she usually let him help her. There were many nights he would do the dishes while she studied or he would put the last load of laundry in the dryer. For some reason today she wouldn't let him help. There must have been something else bothering her, but he wasn't going to worry too much about it. He was certain if he left her alone for a while, she would come around. In awhile, she would wrap her arms around him and tell him how sorry she was for griping at him earlier. After all, she did this every time they argued. Yep, she would come around he thought as he lay back on the couch.

--- A few hours later ---

Lucy stood at the sink cleaning up the dishes from dinner. She had made her mom's recipe of pasta salad and hamburgers. Everyone loved it of course and her mom thanked her for a night off from cooking. Lucy didn't like to cook, probably because didn't have time for it. When she was growing up, her mom cooked dinner every night. Lucy also cooked every night, but simple things. She usually just cooked some hamburger and added it to a box with seasonings and noodles or rice. She rarely had time to make a completely homemade meal.

"Thanks for dinner sweetie, it was delicious," Kevin said as he picked up a towel to dry the dishes.

"What are you doing?" Lucy asked

"I just thought I would help you dry the dishes, that's all," Kevin replied.

"Well I don't need any help from you. I can handle things by myself. Do you think I'm incapable?" she asked as she shot him an angry glance.

"No, I know you are a capable woman and can handle everything life throws at you. I just want to help you out, I want to make your life easier," Kevin said sincerely.

She turned to him and sighed, "Kevin, please just leave."

"What's bothering you? Do you want to talk about it? Is there something I can do for you?" Kevin asked.

"I'm not a damn criminal Kevin, stop interrogating me," she half yelled.

Kevin was concerned. She never cussed before and especially not at him. There had to be something important bothering her and it must have been more than just stress. He hated seeing her like this; he hated it when she was mad at him. He hated it even more when he didn't know what she was mad about. "Fine, I'm sorry, I just wanted to help."

She turned to face him, "Ya know, there is one thing you could do for me. You could stop getting in the way and just let me work and do things myself," she said smugly. "And I'll tell you when I'm ready to talk," she added, noticing the hurt look on Kevin's face.

Kevin set down the towel. "Alright, come find me if you're ever ready to talk," he said as he left the kitchen. He turned back to face her. "I love you," he said, hoping for a response; but she said nothing.

Later that night, Kevin tried to apologize for whatever he had done that had upset her. Instead of her routine of apologizing too, she blew him off. She completely ignored him as he sat next to her on their bed. She didn't tell him to leave or push him away; she just sat there ignoring him. But she did make him sleep on the couch.

This continued for the next week. She would only respond to Kevin's questions with simple yes or no answers. By this time, Kevin was genuinely worried about her. What could he have done to make her this angry? He had asked nearly everyone in the Camden family if they knew. They assured him they didn't know, but said eventually the whole thing would blow over; he just had to be patient. And he was. Because she was his everything.