A/N: I am neither psychic nor rich. Don't sue.
I have this dream- the same dream for many nights now. The only thing that changes are the details. They are getting clearer.
I am standing on a hill, light breeze kissing my body as I stoop to hang the freshly cleaned laundry on some string. A hand comes out to stop me from bending. Will is beside me with a gentle smile.
"I'll do it," he says. "You need to rest."
I smile back as I rest my hand on my protruding stomach, a babe near birth. "I am capable," I have to say.
"Aye, but so am I," he argues gently.
Childish laughter comes to my ears and I turn to see my son coming up the hill, riding on the shoulders of Jack. Both have their shirts off and are as brown as can be. I notice my son's features look much like his father's.
"Momma, I swim!" he says proudly.
I approach to take his tiny hand. "You can? Very good!"
Jack flips him off of his shoulders and onto the ground with practiced ease.
"Momma!" the excited boy cries as he hugs my leg. "Dada and Unnle say I can show baby swim!"
"They did?" I ask my precious child.
Will clears his throat. "I believe what was said was when the baby is old enough Momma might let you teach him to swim."
"Or her," I correct, secretly hoping for a girl to have all to myself.
"No swimming without adults," Jack stated in a surprising show of responsibility.
I smile at him then jump as the baby kicks. I move my son's hand so he too can feel his siblings greeting.
I feel so happy. And content. I want to stand there forever.
But I can't.
The day dawns, the sun shines, my eyes open and my dreams fade. I wake up in my bed, alone. I go through the motions of the day, if only just to pass the time.
Sometimes I find myself walking by the docks, no recollection of walking there but there all the same. Always the same. I look towards the wild sea, pretending to watch the beauty of the waves. But knowing I look beyond, out to the horizon, for a ship. Any ship. Any familiar ship. I stand there longing for something to break up the monotony my life has become. I stand there until it turns so dark I see nothing in front of me, yet I still stand, waiting. It's only until my body wants to collapse that I head home. Alone.
I try distracting myself so the day passes and I do not thing much about anything. But I do miss Will. I even miss Jack and soon I am ready to sleep more and more as I crave for a connection to the two men.
It's the nights that I don't dream at all that are the hardest...