When they woke up the next morning, they didn’t know what to do. They had seen the Eiffel tower and the arch de triomphe and they had seen Disneyland Paris and gone shopping. It was their fourth day in Paris, they would only have to hold out a few more days. They had left Arizona on Tuesday, and their plane left Monday afternoon. Lindsey didn’t say anything about the events of the previous night. He didn’t want to relive any of it.
Stevie didn’t feel like going and doing a lot that day. They had been going non-stop since they arrived. Granted, they HAD to keep busy, it was still tiring.
Lindsey agreed to Stevie’s wishes of a slow day. He was looking forward to some time alone, with his guitar. He hadn’t had a spare moment to pick it up since they had left. He situated himself in the corner of the room, facing the wall, playing.
Stevie pulled out her journal, to recount the happenings of the last few days. She didn’t want to forget how spectacular the whole ordeal was once they returned to 1997. She never wanted to forget how she felt about Lindsey, just in case, when they got back, something managed to get between them.
By mid-afternoon, Stevie had written all she had to say, and she had watched more than enough French TV to last her a lifetime. She also decided that Lindsey had played plenty guitar. She walked over to him, knowing she’d have a hard time making him stop.
“Hey, baby.” She said as she approached.
His fingers didn’t stop playing but he looked at her. “Hmm?”
“Well, I was thinking, that since you’ve been playing for more than three hours, you’d like to do something else.”
He stopped playing, “What did you have in mind?”
Stevie was almost dumbstruck, she hadn’t anticipated on him being so ready to do anything. “Uh, well, I was thinking that since we DO have a kitchen, that we could go shopping and we could make dinner tonight. And then, there are these boat rides down the river, that I thought we could take.” She was about to add something about him not having to do it if he didn’t want to when he cut her off.
“That sounds like a great idea! I’ve heard there’s a really good farmer’s market here in Paris.”
“Really? You want to come?” She double checked. Usually, if given a choice, he’d choose his guitar over practically anything else in the world, especially now, that they couldn’t make love.
“Really truly.” He sat down the guitar, standing up.
“OK! Fabulous,” she said happily. “Let’s go!”
They went to the open air market, taking the metro. The market would be open for another few hours when they arrived, so they had plenty of time to get everything they needed to make dinner. Nothing horribly fancy, just some spaghetti. The small super market on the way back had everything that the market didn’t have. By four o’clock, they returned back to the hotel room, setting out the dinner supplies.
“French hotel kitchens are SO small!” Stevie complained as she tried to squeeze between Lindsey and the counter.
“It’s not really that much smaller than the old apartment.” He said, turning to face her.
“It is so, it’s so cramped! But oh well, it’ll have to work.” She sighed as she pulled a ladle of sauce up to her lips.
“Taste good, baby?” Lindsey asked, watching her.
“Yeah, but of course it does, it’s your special recipe.”
She turned back to the stove and he smiled as he finished chopping the lemon in half, not watching where his knife was going.
“OW!” He yelped as it cut into his finger.
Stevie dropped the ladle and spun around to him. “What? Lindsey?”
Lindsey screamed in pain once more as he put his other hand over the cut. It was drenched in the acidic lemon juice.
“Lindsey, stop jumping. I can’t help you if you’re hopping like a frog!”
“It’s nothing,” he forced himself to say, running his hand under the faucet.
“You don’t always have to hide your injuries, what did you do?”
“It’s nothing, Stevie. I just sliced my finger along with the lemon.”
“Is it bad? Let me look at it, I took first aid in high school.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know you did. It’s fine.” He held up his hand to show her. Unfortunately for his guise of being uninjured, she immediately saw a trail of blood.
“Linds, you’re bleeding, here.”
Before he could protest, she took his hand in hers over the sink, washing the wound with soap.
“Don’t ‘Stevie…’ me.” She said moodily, “You’re hurt and I’m going to take care of you. Even if you don’t want me to, because I don’t want blood in my food!”
One look at her told him that she was kidding about the blood in the food. She was taking care of him because she felt like she had been babied enough by him and she didn’t want to seem too weak. Plus, he really did have a nasty cut.
“Now, come with me, I’m sure I have some cream to put on it, and a band-aid.” She continued, dragging him by the arm into the bedroom, sitting him down on the bed. She rifled through her make-up bag for some antiseptic cream and a band-aid, just like she said she would. Lindsey decided to let her do whatever, since she was apparently dead-set on nursing him back to health.
“Ok, now, stick out your finger.” She demanded.
He obliged and she dabbed a cotton ball on his cut. He drew his hand back from the stinging.
“Give it back, don’t be such a baby.” She smiled at him. He put his hand back out and she unwrapped a bright blue band-aid with little fish designs on it.
“Stevie…” He protested once more.
“I told you, don’t ‘Stevie…’ me. It’s the only kind I have. Well, I have glittery sparkly ones, but I thought you’d like the fish better.”
“You’re right, I do like fish better than glitter.” Then with a sudden change in attitude, he held up his bandaged hand and put on the cutest, most irresistible puppy-dog face he could manage. “Kiss the boo-boo and make it better?”
Stevie giggled at his adorableness, kissing his finger. “There, all better.” She had to use all her self-control not to kiss any higher, knowing that it would only lead to disaster.
Luckily, Lindsey wasn’t quite finished. “Do I get a sticker for being a good patient Nurse Nicks? Or a lollipop? Or a pencil?”
Stevie looked around quickly and spotted a pen on the bedside table. “Here, you can have a pen, from the Garden Elysee Emergency Room.”
“I don’t want a dumb pen!” He whined. “I want a fire truck sticker!”
“Aw, come on, Linds. We still have to finish dinner.” Stevie snapped him back to reality.
And they did finally finish dinner, ending the night on a boat ride down the river.
Their dinner went well, after the knife drama. They cleaned up, just enough to get rid of anything that could grow legs and walk away if left too long. Then they went back out to take their boat ride. Stevie wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and Lindsey changed from a short-sleeved t-shirt to a long-sleeved one. It had gotten quite chilly now that the sun had gone down.
They walked down to the river docks, waiting for an un-hired boat to pass. They waited on the dock for about twenty minutes for a free boat to come; apparently many other couples had their same idea.
Lindsey hopped into the boat, then extended a hand to help Stevie. Tugging on her shawl lightly, he sat her on his lap. Yes, this was much more romantic than the knee-deep water in the ride at Disneyland. The absence of the irritating theme song and the darkness of the night made sure of that.
Enjoying themselves thoroughly, they didn’t watch much of the cityscape as they passed. They were glued to each other, whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears.
Making it successfully through one more day, they returned to their room.
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