•Chapter Forty-Two•

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=Chapter Forty-Two=
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Pancake time
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Sunday, 29th of September

"Hehehe! Wake up mom, dad! It's Christmas!"

"Ugh.. one more minute.." I groaned, turning over, my hand landing on a firm chest.

My husband chuckled and pulled me in, resting his chin on my shoulder as he spooned me.

"The kids are your fault." I mumbled. "I blame you."

He chuckled, his deep morning voice still sending me shivers even after all the years. "You love them, admit it."

I turn and press a kiss to his lips, smiling softly at him. "Yes. Of course I do."

He grins back and kissed me firmly.

"Mm. You're mine, love. Don't forget it."

"EW MOOOM DAAD!" Squeals of our children made us pull apart with an eye roll.

"Okay, okay.."

I sat up in bed, getting ready to go watch my kids open their gifts.

My feet placed on the cold floor as I grinned stupidly to myself.

I turned back to urge my husband to get up when I realized my bed was empty.

I stared at the bed for a moment in confusion.

"Oh." I looked around and realized that I was dreaming earlier.

I didn't have kids.. and I didn't have a husband.

I sat back down on my bed and sighed sadly.

I blinked back tears at this realization.

It was so beautiful. So peaceful.

And it wasn't real.

I press my face into my pillow and allow myself to cry quietly.

My door opened quietly but I didn't notice. I only looked up when I felt my bed dip under the weight of another person.

"Jason..?" I sniffed.

"Come here." He said gently, taking my pillow from me and pulling me onto his lap.

I latched onto him and cried some more, feeling both embarrassed but comforted enough to cry my heart out while he rubbed my back.

"Get it out, love, it's okay to cry." He said softly.

It probably wasn't just the dream that drove me to tears. It was most likely a lot of things.

Bella, the book store, red hood, monster attacks.. things that I hadn't realized put so much stress on me.

The last thing I needed.. the last thing I expected was a wonderful dream of a life I wasn't sure I could have.

And that man.. what did he look like again?

I couldn't remember. His face is dark now.

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