Chapter One
"Laura, do you ever have dreams?" he asked.
She looked at him. They were on a case; locked in a coffin. They were about to thrown into a fire, but here he was, asking about dreams!
"What kind of dreams, Mr. Steele?"
she asked with a hint of annoyance.
"Dreams about us... about- our future."
"Sometimes," she said softly. "Do you?"
"Yes, I do. Lately, I have been dreaming a LOT... " he stated. "...To be honest. I think the dreams are showing me where I'd like our relationship to lead and where we might be if we could-."
His words were cut off as two men picked up the coffin. They were about to toss it into the flames of a crematorium. As usual, they were being interrupted during another intimate moment while on a case.
"Laura, move your body against mine," he insisted.
"Mr. Steele! At a time like this?!"
"Just do it!" he commanded as he began to gyrate against her, his movements fast and furious. She caught on, rocking her pelvis against his as if they were in the throes of passion.
Their movements made the men carrying the coffin drop it abruptly onto the ground. Laura and Remington narrowly escaped the coffin. As they hopped out, he said to the stunned men, "Next time, make sure that the stiffs are really dead."
~*~o~*~
That same night, he was lying in his own bed. He and Laura had solved the case and he could finally get some well-deserved sleep, but his slumber was disturbed by THE dream- the one he had been having the past several days. Sometimes he awakened in the night, remembering every minute of the bizarre dream. Other times it came in flashes while he was awake - driving down the road, taking a shower, or even when he was in the middle of a conversation with Laura. His odd behavior was starting to worry her.
She had asked, "Have you been drinking lately, Mr. Steele?" He shook his head, denying he had touched a drop of alcohol. "It's just the dream," he had told her. "What dream?" "The one about you... and me..." She gave him a look as if she was intrigued, but he wasn't ready to talk about it yet. He wasn't sure he'd EVER be able to talk about it. "Was it a naughty dream?" she asked him with a little smirk. "Uhhhh well, no... but you WERE on top of me," he answered. He was actually blushing as he told her just that tiny portion of the dream.
But as he lay in his bed that night, unable to go back to sleep, every single second of the dream replayed within his mind's eye...
It always started out the same. He was sitting on a white bean bag chair on his living room floor watching TV. He wasn't dressed in his usual attire. All he wore was a tight white tank top and a pair of white boxer shorts with bright red hearts all over them. Suddenly there was a loud knocking sound which interrupted his TV watching. "Open up!" came a voice. He'd know that voice anywhere! That was Laura. She had come back. He scrambled to his feet so he could open the door. As she came in, she carried a huge brown paper sack full of groceries. It hid most of her. She thrust the bag containing his beer and snacks at him. "Did you get my beer and pretzels?" he asked as he started rummaging through the paper bag. "Of course, lambchop. All your favorites are in there." He turned to look at her as he pressed a kiss to her lips. He found the kiss difficult to accomplish as Laura's immense stomach was in his way. How far along was she now? He remembered she was due to have the baby in about a month's time. She was wearing a large purple dress that couldn't possibly conceal her immense baby bump. "I love you, Mrs. Steele," he said. "You're the best." "I know," she said, looking quite smug about it. He reached into the bag, grabbing a beer and a bag of pretzels. He plopped himself back down on the beanbag chair to resume watching the game. The sudden sound of an infant's cry failed to get his attention. "Ohhh Remington, will you go get the twins?" Laura asked as she had just sat down on the sofa that was cluttered with countless diapers, bottles and various stuffed animals. She wanted to rest her tired, swollen feet. "No, honey, I'll miss the football game," he said as he leaned back in his bean bag chair. In the process his back connected with a baby's squeak toy. He threw the offending item behind him as Laura got up off the couch. She waddled across the room to the wooden crib, scooping up two babies at the same time. The minute the twins were in their mother's arms, both were fine. They were all smiles as Laura kissed their little cheeks. Laura didn't get a chance to relax again because there was someone at the door. She carried a baby in each arm as she hurried over to the door, her long purple dress sashaying behind her. She pulled open the door to see Mildred who was wearing a warm fur coat. "Look, kids," said Laura cheerfully. "It's Auntie Mildred." Mildred gave kisses to the babies. "Ohhhh sweet little Remington," she said. "And darling Nora." "I brought presents," Mildred said as she showed Laura the brightly gift-wrapped boxes. "Thank you so much. How's life with your new millionaire husband?" Laura asked. "Ohhh it's wonderful, honey. We're going on another caribbean vacation." Laura smiled, then she asked, "And how's the agency?" "It's great," she replied. "But I miss you and Mr. Steele." "It's too bad we lost our private investigator's licenses, but it's a good thing that Mr. Steele got that job at the powerplant." As she was speaking, Laura placed the babies into Remington's arms. Remington had set his beer aside so he could affectionately cuddle his children. They were so adorable. Their son had his hair and his eyes... and their precious little girl looked a lot like Laura. The twins were one year old now and although they made life incredibly hectic, he wouldn't trade them for anything. After Mildred had left and Laura put the twins down for a nap, she settled herself on Remington's lap. She was kissing him hungrily as he was trying to watch the game. "Laura, I am going to miss the touchdown," he groaned. She didn't listen as she was nibbling on his neck. "I can't help it..." she said in a seductive voice. "You look so hot, just sitting there in your boxers." "Ohhh my God, woman. Don't you ever get enough?" he asked as she bounced on his lap, nearly throwing him off the bean bag chair. It wasn't quite big enough for the both of him. "No, I want you now, Mr. Steele. Take me. Take me NOW," she demanded. "Maybe... if we could get a hot, sexy blonde to join us," he teased. After those words, he got a slap upon his chest. His words didn't seem to deter her. The violent action only made her hornier. As she bounced on his lap quite briskly, suddenly IT happened. "Laura!" he gasped. "Did you just PEE on me?" "No! I didn't just pee on you! My water broke!" Laura cried out. She tried to scramble off his lap, but nearly fell on the floor. She was so off-balance with her humongous tummy. "WHAT? You mean I'm gonna miss the game?" he asked in a gasp. "Well, either that... or we deliver the baby right here... in the living room!" Laura exclaimed. "Okay... okay... Let's get to the hospital then," Remington said as he helped Laura off his lap and stood up to grab his bag of pretzels. He might need a snack for the extremely long and painful labor. He was headed out the door as Laura was scrambling to retrieve the sleeping twins and their jumbo diaper bag. "Help!" she cried out as she followed him out of the apartment. "It will all be over soon, Laura," he said. "And then we'll have another AMAZING baby."
He turned as they headed toward the elevator, grabbing one of the twins.
At that point, the dream always ended. But as he faded back to sleep that night, something unexpected happened...
When he woke up the following morning, he discovered it was no longer just a dream...
All of it had come true...and it was REAL!