Okay so this story is a little bit different from the others I've posted in the past. It's an idea that's been just sitting in the back of my brain for a couple months, and then I guess the season finale kind of sparked a new interest in the idea. If you don't like it I don't mind please go ahead and tell me it's the story I'm most nervous about posting. So let me know what you think and by the way I own.
"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath sitting up in bed. These goddamn dreams were keeping me up at night I couldn't keep waking her up. It was a miracle she was asleep now, my beautiful wife. In less than a month I would be a father again. That poor child brought into this world with me as its father. Meanwhile I was waking up to these goddamn dreams there wasn't even anything I could do about them. It had been a year since his death why was he the only one in these dreams. I didn't need to relive that day every night, he was haunting me, he would continue to haunt me until I told her the truth. I took a deep breath and pushed a strand of dark brown hair away from her face.
How was I supposed to tell her the one thing she had never doubted as truth was a lie. How angry would she be? It was hard to tell right now. I needed something to drink, I silently pulled myself out of bed kissed Teresa's forehead and walked down the hall to the kitchen for a cup of tea.
"He's not haunting you, you know." A voice said from behind me.
"I thought you were gone." I whispered turning around to see Angela sitting at the dinning room table. "I figured after the wedding you would move on or whatever." I grabbed my glass and sat down across from her.
"We can't move on until you do Patrick." She frowned, had she said "we". I looked around the small room and couldn't help but smile at the sight of my long lost little girl. "He's not haunting you." She repeated as Charlie crawled onto my lap, wearing the same teddy bear pajamas she had been wearing that night, it was almost as if they weren't gone. "You're haunting you."
"Why are you here?" I hadn't seen them since the wedding, what were they talking about not moving on. I was trying to rebuild my life.
"She's not going to be mad at you, she'll understand." Angela didn't answer my question. "She's an amazing women."
"I know." I could only nod and sip my tea.
"Then what are you afraid of?" She frowned, but before I could answer there was movement at the end of the hall.
"What are you doing out here?" Teresa took the seat Angela had been sitting in not seconds ago.
"Bad dream." I admitted setting my cup down. "What about you, you need your sleep?"
"I woke up and the bed was empty." She just shrugged, "Who were you talking to?"
"The ghost of my past." I got up and put my glass in the sink, "Come on you need to get some sleep." I hurried around the table to help her out of the chair. She was due soon and it as absolutely killing her to except help from anyone else, even if it was her husband.
"Do you think it's a boy or girl?" She yawned as I helped her back into bed.
"Could be either." I crawled in to bed next to her.
"Come on guess." She insisted, so I closed my eyes and thought about it for a minute.
"Boy." I gave her a kiss, "That's my guess, now please get some sleep."