Chapter 42 Nah!

She pulled him closer, feeling him near. The taste of his lips was lingering in her mouth. She could feel him break off the kiss and start to explore her neckline, while she ran her fingers along his naked back ...

Stevie woke up from the noise of the alarm clock. She gave it a hard slap before sitting right up in her bed, annoyed with herself. It had been the second time this week she had dreamed about him and not just dreaming about him, but mostly in a very passionate and intimate kind of way. How on earth could she dream this while she was pregnant and hardly had spoken to him for more than a week?

She rubbed her face thinking of the fact she needed to talk to him, but was scared for whatever it would bring along. Last week's visit of Rose was still fresh in her mind and she wasn't sure what to do with it. She had been too upset to really talk to Rose or Michelle right after. Rose wasn't really the problem. Stevie had called her a few days later and her daughter was as supportive as could be. But she knew there was a lot of friction between her and Michelle.

And beside that there was Alex who she simply had shut out on their way home. They hardly had spoken a word and neither one of them knew how to act after it. It was obvious they needed to clear the air. It was getting too hurting now everyone knew about her being pregnant and Alex being the father, while the two had hardly seen each other afterwards. Stevie hadn't the opportunity to just enjoy the happiness of the moment of telling everyone and showing the photos of the scan. And now she was having those silly dreams.

Grumpy she made her way downstairs to find Regan and Moira in the kitchen. 'There we have our sunshine', Moira said smirking seeing Stevie covered in a wide shirt, rubbing her eyes with one of its sleeves, trying to get the strings of hair behind her ears right after. 'Morning!', Regan had said, sharing a glance with Moira when Stevie didn't reply.

'You're feeling okay?' Moira asked, while preparing some breakfast for the girl. 'Physically yeah, mentally nah!' She sat down at the table, while Moira gave her a glass of special milk. 'Here, take this, it's good for you and the baby.' Stevie moved her fingers around it a second later, but didn't really feel like an attempt to bring it to her lips. Regan was observing her.

'Anything you want to talk about?' Regan asked, while she finished eating an apple. Stevie still stared at the glass of milk, starting to turn it a bit around with one hand, while leaning her head on her other arm. She was obviously thinking. 'Nah!' 'You're sure?' Stevie pulled her lips together once more. 'Nah!' Regan shared a look with Moira again. 'What's with the 'nah' lately? You make me wanna sing a Shania Twain song.' Stevie looked up at her friend who gave her a smile. It made her smile back, thinking of her own strange mind. She didn't have a clue were it was heading for these days.

'Nanananaahhhh', Regan started to sing. Stevie glared at her, annoyed and amused at the same time. 'Maybe you should sing that song'. Moira smiled at Regan having her own ways to make someone feel better. 'Like she wrote it with me in the back of her mind', Stevie mumbled, still playing with the glass.

'That's it! That's all! We had fun! We had a ball! It was good while it lasted, but now I'm past it. It was sure! It was sweet! Sure you swept me off my feet. I miss you now and then, but would I do it again?', Regan stood up singing the song walking up to Stevie, when she stood next to her Stevie tried to ignore her. The McLeod gave her a push. 'NAH!'

Stevie couldn't suppress the laugh. 'Regs, you're terrible! And not to mention your singing!' 'I know', Regan smirked. 'But at least I brought a smile up your grumpy face! Don't forget I also have the talent to be a good listener. So what is bugging you?' Though she could guess.

Stevie hung on the table, her arms crossed upon it. Her chin was leaning on them and she half looked at Regan. 'I've got those stupid dreams', she mumbled and it took Regan some effort to translate it to an understandable language. 'Stupid dreams? Like what? A cow rubbing a saddle?' Stevie laughed; Regan and her crazy ideas. 'No, not that stupid.' 'Ow, so what is it than?' The red head sighed, not willing to tell.

'Does it contain a certain handsome tall dark but stupid man?' Stevie let out another sigh, which said enough. Regan sat down next to her, getting more serious. 'Maybe you should talk to him?' Stevie sat a bit up. 'I'm a weird pregnant woman', she grumbled. Regan shook her head slightly, trying to not be too amused with the way Stevie was behaving. 'It's not like I feel the need to talk in these dreams ... at all.' Saying that Stevie buried her face between her arms and the table, feeling a bit ashamed.

'I see ...' 'I'm pregnant for goodness sake', she heard Stevie mumble, laying her head aside. 'And? That doesn't mean you don't have certain needs, especially not after your first months. Beside that; affection is an important part of your pregnancy.' Stevie glared at her friend. 'I thought you were a geologist in stead of a gynaecologist?'

'Wait'. Regan stood up and walked out of the room to come back with a few books. She lay them on the table, in front of Stevie. 'Here ya go! I kinda thought with you having all those things on your mind and not really able to fully enjoy your pregnancy and focus on it. I thought I should invest some time to help you with that.' Stevie gave Regan a loving smile. She was really a great friend. 'Books it is!' She said while picking one up.

Shania Twain – Nah!