I bolted upright in my bed breathing hard.
Sweating.
I look over and see Jack
Was THAT all a dream.
No way!
It was so vivid.
"Rose? Are you okay?" A familiar Irish voice says
"Yes it was a dream I guess..." I say looking around.
Suddenly I hear the sound of footsteps coming towards our room.
The door opens and almost immediately all my memories rush back.
The crash.
Neither of us were injured.
He proposed 2 weeks later.
We had a child a year after.
We moved to a bigger house.
Adopted a dog.
Had another child.
Adopted a Australian boy.
My three children ran into the room
Clementine my oldest 12.
Shae my middle child 10.
Aston my youngest 7.
"MUMMY!" Aston yells "Grand-mom and Pops are here!!"
"They said they wouldn't be here until 2:00." Jack groans from the pile of blankets he was rapped in.
I giggle.
"Guess they came early!" I say already forgetting about the dream.
"Guess so!" Jack says.
Clementine giggles and pulls me out of bed.
"LET'S GO MUMMY."Shae yells
I chuckle and follow my children.
"Rose! You left me in bed without a kiss! What gives!" Jack yells.
He appears from the room smirking.
I giggle again and walk over and kiss him passionately.
Once we break I smile.
"Let's go my Angel. They're waiting~"
