Calleigh was drifting off in a train of thought; how she loved this old house and how she wished she could stay forever, how she wished she and Eric could slow down here in her Grandma's old house, now her own, with all the space and many rooms, always kept clean even when Clara had fallen ill and couldn't live here any more. Calleigh was imagining, this big old house could be a day care, with lots of kids and she would entrust the place to her sister-in-law Charlotte, but as she imagined children they began to lessen and all look like each other, more like relatives, finally turning into one child, but all her relatives had blond or light brown hair, then it hit her, her kid was playing in the yard in her thoughts.
She
sat up with a jolt, breathing heavily a fresh coat of sweat over her
skin,
"Calleigh? What's wrong?" Eric was next to her in an
instant, one hand on her shoulder the other wiping away a stray tear
that had slid down her cheek. Calleigh put her head on his shoulder,
and he wrapped his arm around her, she took a deep breath to steady
her breathing,
"Dream…"
she whispered, she felt him nod,
"Can you tell me about it?"
Could she? What would telling him she'd just seen the two of them
with a kid in the old house make him think? She sighed heavily,
"It
was just a shock, not a bad dream, just a shock," she muttered
tracing her fingers along his chest,
"You maight not layke what
you hear, and we've had enough drama in the all to resent past,"
She moaned, pressing closer to him. Eric put his index and middle
finger under her chin and lifted it so she would look at him. He saw
worry and sadness in her eyes, it made him think she'd had another
one of those dreams were he dies; he rubbed her back, and kissed her
brow,
"Was I dead?" As simple as that, she shook her head. Calleigh felt him frown, she sighed,
"Aye don't know if it will push you away or not, it's really not important," she started to get defensive and moody because she didn't like what was going on.
"Please
Calleigh, I promise not to get mad or what ever you think I might
do," He made her look at him again, she saw the sincerity in his
eyes, and nodded; with another sigh she came out with it;
"A
kid here in this big old house…You and me…" She came out of his
embrace, and looked down, waiting for the laugh or a 'never ever,
EVER',
But nothing came.
Just as she'd said it not annoyance but amazement crossed Eric's mind; he felt the same way; had had those same dreams, and was equally shaken by then though he didn't mind it as much, he took her saying that as a miracle, a happy miracle.
"Why was that so hard to say?" he said gently, reaching across the space she had made and caressing her cheek, and removing the tears that had leaked out (surprisingly so she had cried so much…she'd thought she had none left). Calleigh looked up, and saw not disgust or annoyance in his eyes, but a smile sort of like he was trying to hide how happy he was. She smiled shyly and crawled back into his open embrace, they just sat like that for a moment. She liked his smell, though it was stained with the sent of dry sweat and sex, she breathed it in any way not caring, making a mental note; it just made him smell better, sexier.
"I've had those dreams, same thing over and over since I was shot-" he felt her shudder "-I'm glad you had that dream…" He became quiet and lay down, Calleigh still in his embrace; her head placed sleepily in the crook of his neck;
"Thank gosh!" She whispered, and he rubbed behind her ear and she fell asleep immediately.
Not
until long past midnight did her words catch a question in the back
of his mind...
"Thank gosh..." What did that mean?
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