Plot: you were having an apple pie dream and you woke up feeling down
Bloodstream-Ed Sheeran
Your POV
"Goodnight Sammy," I smiled and kissed his nose and turned of the bed side lamp. Then I snuggled beside him quickl falling asleep.
"Mommy mommy wake up!" I heard Mary, my kid, scream and shaking my hand with her tiny ones. I opened my eyes to see my daughter smiling like her dad. "I'm up. Goodmorning sunshine," I said ss I lifted her up and placed her on my lap. "Mommy, Daddy made breakfast for you. Oh and can you join our plays with papa? Pleeeeeassseee??" She pleaded and stucked her bottom lip down. "Alright cupcake. Come on let's go downstairs," I said as I lifted her up with one arm and snuck out of bed and to the living room. I looked around to see Sam placing a small plate for Mary and a normal plate for mine. "Goodmorning babe," Sam smiled as kissed my nose. "Morning babe," I said and kissed his cheek. I set Mary down on the chair and she started eating on her own. Sam handed me a fork and I started eating the delicious eggs and bacon. "Hey uhh Mary? Do you wanna gonto Uncle Dean's place for sleepover together with Uncle Garth?" Sam cooed Mary as she nodded with a grin. "Good girl," Sam pinched her cheeks as I looked at him wierdly. He jerked his head to the hallway as he walked away. "Hold on Mary," I said as I slipped out of my chair and into the hall where Sam was leaning against the wall. He looked at me and smirked. "What's all this about?" I chuckled. But he grabbed my wrists gently and pinned me against the wall. "Let's go on a day off shall we? I mean we could go out, have the house for ourselves?" He smirked as he kissed me but let go fast. "Would like that," I smiled as he kissed me again and loosed his grip against my wrist and my hands found Sam's back of the head and his hands found my waist. "I love you (y/n)," I heard a faint whisper as everything became a blur.
"Wake up honeybear," I heard Sam's real voice and I felt him poke my cheek. I sat up and he kissed the temple of my head. "Goodmorning (y/n). How was sleep?" He asked and sat down next to me. "It was fine. How bout yours?" I asked as he chuckled. "Cool," he smield as he swooped me up and set me down on the ground. Then he lead me to our kitchen and pulled out breakfast. "Thanks," I muttered as I took a seat and started eating my breakdast dully. "What's wrong?" He asked worringly. "It's just a dream Sam. I'm okay," I plastered on a fake smile and continued eating. "No you're not. Tell me really," he smiled. "Well I was living an apple pie life with you and apparently our child and it made me realize I can never have that life. Ever,"
"Well we can make the most of it. Right (y/n),"
"You Samuel, can do. But stop with the cheesy moments, it's making me hungry," I grinned as he chuckled.
