Disclaimer: See chapter one
They drove home in silence. They pulled into the driveway and Catherine barely had the car in park before Sara had opened the door and was at the front door struggling with her keys to get inside.
Catherine grabbed her purse and started towards the door. Sara had managed to find the right key and was on her way up the stairs before Catherine had even made it to the threshold. She shut the door behind her and looked up the stairs at the disappearing figure of her wife.
Catherine calmly walked up the stairs to their bedroom. She put her hand on the knob and tried to turn it. It didn't open. She tried again. Nope, still wouldn't open.
Knock. Knock. Knock. "Sara, baby, the door's locked. You must've locked it by accident. Can you open it so that I can get ready for bed?"
No answer.
"Sweetie, are you okay in there? Why is the door locked?"
Still no answer.
"Baby, I'm going to get the key to unlock this door." Catherine descended the stairs and searched through the junk drawer in the kitchen. Where the hell is that damn key? Aha! Got it! She held the key up in victory and traipsed back up the stairs. As she reached the top of the stairs, she heard the door shutting and then saw her things sitting in the hallway.
She grabbed her pajamas, toothbrush, toothpaste, pillow and blanket and leaned her head against the door. "Baby, I love you." Obviously she had done something wrong and she wasn't going to stand in the hallway and argue with Sara. Lindsey was already in bed asleep and the spare room had been turned into an office for Sara to do her writing in. Looks like I'll be on the couch tonight.
Catherine went downstairs, changed clothes and threw the pillow on the couch and settled in for what was going to be a very long night. What the hell did I do to deserve to be sleeping on the couch? We've been doing so well. We're having a baby. Her first book did so well that they gave her an advance to write a second one. Lindsey is doing well. We went to the office party. She was having a good time. When I got out to the car, she said she wasn't feeling well. What happened between the time we got to the party and the time we left? Shit, I have to work in the morning. I need to go to sleep.