Don't Wake Me if I'm Dreaming
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“Since I realized I’m late, Jack.”
“For what?”
I roll my eyes and pull the sheet over my head.
“Are… you?”
“I’m not happy about this.”
“Sasha!”
I grovel at just the thought of the word pregnant.
I don’t have to look to know my husband has a smile that could stretch from sea to shining damn sea if his face could stretch that far.
He is motionless, silent for a moment. “Did you dream about it?” He sits up ready to have a conversation I’m reluctant to share.
“You know I don’t like talking about my dreams.”
“Babe.” He reaches for my hand under the sheet, and I reluctantly let him wind our fingers together. “I understand. Believe me. I am so proud of you. It took a lot of courage for you to confide in me about your dreams. I still don’t profess to understand everything you and Doctor Chiaki explained to me, and you know I don’t need children to confirm our love. I couldn’t love you more if I tried, but I can’t say I’m unhappy about us having a baby. —Uh…do you…”
“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth. “I already know the gender and name.”
Jack springs to his knees in a swift movement and pulls the sheet uncovering my face. “Don’t be like this, babe. This is a life we’re talking about, our own creation.”
“I was happy with the dogs. I told you I didn’t want a child.”
He looks at the two sleeping boys before speaking. “Look how much I willingly compromised to please you. Marriage is about compromise and accepting whatever obstacles we face together. We can handle a child with ease.”
“Compromise? You gave up your home because you love this plantation, what else have you compromised?”
“Does happy wife happy life ring a bell?”
I pick up my pillow and playfully whack him with it. But the moment of glee is short lived. “She dreams like I do… sort of.”
“She?” He smiles, but moments later his mouth straightens out. “At what age?”
I swallow hard crossing my arms to my chest. “Fifteen.”
“Umm… What triggers them to start?” he asks with a new seriousness in his voice.
“Ugh.” I bite my lip to keep from laughing at Jack’s obvious discomfort. “Sure you’re ready for this?” I smirk.
About the Author:
J.E. Chaney grew up in Salem, Oregon, and currently resides in North Carolina with her family and two rescue dogs. She earned a BS of Communication through the University of Phoenix. Her interests are reading fiction, fantasy, mystery novels and writing. She also enjoys classical music, traveling, snow and water sports, gardening and entertaining friends and family.
Acknowledgements:
This tale was inspired by my sister’s will to wake and live
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