Poolside Party

Tiffany woke up at the sight of Lincoln's sleeping form next to her, safe and sound. His hair was all messed up, some strands of it covering his closed eyes. Carefully, she reached out her hand to his forehead, combing the hair backward so that it would stop sticking out.

Smiling thinly, her hand started to caress his cheek. She was not sure what to feel toward Lincoln acting up this way. The fact that he might only be doing this for the sake of the baby was upsetting her. But then she tried to shake away the unpleasant feeling, thinking it was only caused by her hormones.

"What do you want for dinner?"

Tiffany almost rolled off of the bed when all of a sudden Lincoln spoke with his eyes closed still. Her hand instantly backed away once he shot them open and looked at her intently. Her first instinct was to get up and sat on the edge of the bed instead.