|stacey_mcgill (stacey_mcgill) wrote in the_brook,|
@ 2010-10-08 19:57:00
|Entry tags:||!finished, sam thomas, stacey mcgill|
Sam and Stacey
Stacey and Sam had been invited out on Friday night, but Stacey was exhausted from a hard week at work. She was one of the lowest members on the totem pole at the financial firm where she had worked since August, and with the 2010 Fiscal Year coming to a close on September 30th, her firm had been going crazy trying to process everyone's taxes. She'd done twelve hour days every day this week and now that Stacey was finally home and in her jeans and bare feet, she simply wanted to relax.
Relaxing had been hard recently, mostly because of work, but also because of Sam. Stacey still loved him every bit as much as she always had, if not more, but she hadn't been able to make herself not care that he didn't seem to have any plans for them beyond the present. They had been living together for years and had almost had a child together and yet no plans?
And that was another thing. Monday would be the fifth anniversary of her miscarriage and because of all the stress that she was experiencing, Stacey was feeling it more this year than in the past. She didn't want to be sad, but she just was. She often thought that she should bring up her concerns to Sam so that he could assure her that of course he wanted to marry her and of course he wanted to have babies with her--even if he just wanted to wait on all that for a couple of years. She was fine with waiting...as long as she was waiting for something that was definitely going to come.
She was pulled from her thoughts by Sam as he let himself into the apartment. From her spot on the sofa, Stacey grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. "Hey babe," she smiled wearily. "How are you?"