Ok, so here's the sequel to Delusions :) exams ended so I kind of had time to sort and write this chapter. I don't when the others are coming because I'm kind of having a hard time actually writing them. My chapter uploads will be later than my uploads of Delusions. So please be patient :) oh and of coursem review replies kind of helps me think :P so every comment would be very well appreciated. thank you and enjoy reading.

Chapter 1

Dreams…

In scientists eyes are internal manifestations of the desires of human subconscious. It may be gullible and ultimately impossible for other people, but putting it in layman's term… it's what we really want, but because of the numerous distractions we have in this life, we tend to forget about it and never remember it.

You are now Special Agent Natara Williams

Morning sunshine greets your eyes as its ray's glows from your window, birds start to hang out your window and serenade you with their sweet songs. You listen to them and as soon as they're finished, you roll and stretch your arms, searching for a pillow to cover your head. You groan when you hear footsteps slowly making their way into the now bright room.

Mal: Good morning sleepyhead.

Natara: Go away Mal.

He chuckles and slowly approaches you. You keep on lying on your front when you feel the bed lower as he sits on his space.

Mal: Very sweet greeting… Never thought of you to be the grumpy late riser. That was supposed to be.

He leans and plants a kiss on your forehead. And you feel an involuntary smile on your face. You roll so that you are now facing him and reach for his neck. You tangle your finger around them and suddenly grab Mal down. He laughs as his fast reflex reacts to have his arms on your sides just in time to support his weight.

Mal: Whoa there… I'm heavier than you think.

You giggle and look at his deep blue eyes. You are stunned as your mind takes you back to that wonderful night watching the sun shine the whole beach with your friends, family and husband.

Mal: You okay?

He said, concern painted all over his face. You smile at him and slowly bring your lips to meet his.

Natara: More than okay.

You smile at him and start to get up. You comb your hair with your hands as Mal sits besides you and inhales deeply.

Natara: What's with the deep sigh?

Mal: Nothing, I just realized that…

He pauses for a while and turns to you.

Mal: Time really flies when you get what you wish for.

He looks at you and flashes that grin you'll trade the world for. Your cheeks burn, you bury your face on the pillow for him not to see.

Natara: Yes it does, I still can't believe it's been a year.

You look at you finger and fiddle with the round thing that's around it.

Natara: Is this what you wished for?

Mal: Hmmmm.

He closes his eyes and leans at the bed with his arms placed at the back of his head for support. He stares blankly at the ceiling.

Mal: It's more than what I wished for actually. Now I believe that miracles do happen.

And you feel more blood come to your already heated cheeks as he smiles at you.

Mal: Come on, we don't to be late for the DA's wedding.

He gets up and leaves you hanging. Breathless and speechless by his words. You smirk at yourself as you watch him stroll triumphantly out the door.

That guy never fails to amaze anyone. And that guy is mine.

You arrive at the church early enough to scan through the guest lists. As you expect, most of the guests are those at the peak of society. Philanthropist businessmen and families of known lawyers, even the mayor; none other than Seth Holland is invited. Mal snorts as soon as he sees the name.

Natara: He's the district attorney Mal, what would you expect?

Mal: Yeah yeah, if that's the case, I wonder where he'd been last time the DA had a wedding.

You punch Mal as he laughs beside you.

Mal: Don't worry, it'll be our secret, even I would hire a one-day-operation-Holland-gone team so that he wouldn't be able to attend my special occasion.

This time, as hard you try to suppress your laughter; you just can't help it and join him. It's true that you kind of talked to your dad to keep the so-called mayor busy enough in 1 day.

Natara: By the way, why is their wedding so sudden? I didn't know that their relationship has gotten this deep already.

Mal: Sudden huh, then what would call our wedding?

You raise your brow to him

Natara: Serious here Mal.

He gives you a mocking grin but holds his hands up as you give him an ice cold glance.

Natara: We've known each other for 2 years Malachi.

He snorts as soon as you say his first name.

Mal: Not the first name. Okay okay I got it. It's actually not sudden; Oscar and I have been talking about it since they had their 3 month celebration. He already proposed as early as the 2nd month, Sandra requested to wait because she got very busy during those times, you know her deal. But then the unexpected baggage arrived last month…

He continues to tell you things that you missed, but you half listen to him as you are taken back to that fuzzy night where you had the strangest dream.

You hear a cry and slowly approach where it is coming from. You stumble upon a close room; your training kicks in as your hand reflexes to your holster. You slowly turn the knob and to your surprise, you see a child sobbing. You slowly approach him and get stunned when you're close enough to see his face. He looks at you with deep blue eyes, like the ocean, it's sparkling because of the tears that are rolling on his face, his hair is blonde and skin is quite tanned. He turns to you and those eyes glow with recognition. He stops sobbing and a smile is starting to form on his cheeky face. He stretches his cute little hands, trying very hard to reach you, to your surprise, you extend your hands to him… slowly reaching for those fingers… But before they touch, you are taken back to the present time when you feel a squeeze.

Mal: Nat?

Natara: Oh… Uh… Sorry, I was thinking of something.

Mal: What is it?

He holds your face and forces you to look into his eyes.

Mal: You can tell me…

You smile at him, telling him that you're okay and this matter can wait. He nods at you, though the concern is still there, he smiles back and you give him a peck on the lips as thanks for being the understanding husband that he is.

Guests are starting to arrive and go to their assigned sits. Looking around, you spot a tanned boy, searching the room in panic and about to cry, you approach him.

Natara: Why is a cute little boy roaming around here? Are you lost?

When he turns around, you are stunned for a couple of seconds. The boy has the same brown eyes as Oscars. Everything about him is his. An exact replica.

Boy: I lost my daddy.

The boy starts to sniff and you reach for your handkerchief.

Natara: It's gonna be ok, we will find him. What's your name?

The boy looks at you as you wipe his tears and smiles.

Omar: I'm Omar Santos. My papa's name is Oscar Santos.

You hold his hands and go low enough to be at the same eye level as his.

Natara: You're gonna be alright. You say your dad is the district attorney right? Now I'm sure he's a brave brave man and as his son. You should be too.

You smile sweetly at him and he stops sobbing, just it time for Mal to arrive and step-in.

Mal: Hey there beautiful. What do we have here?

You turn to him to answer.

Natara: He's looking for his dad.

Mal looks at the little kid and lowers down, as if offering his back.

Mal: Hop on! One missing daddy coming up.

The boy gives you as hesitant look and you give him a reassuring smile. He hops on Mals back and when he stands up, Omar giggles and grasps Mals hair.

Mal: Ow ow, hey there little buddy; you don't want my head to be bald don't you.

Omar smiles at him and places his arms around his neck; you trail behind them as Mal takes him to Oscar's room. You stare at how Mal plays with Omar while walking, he intentionally drops his hanky and bows down to pick it up, he make sure he holds Omar legs so that he won't come off as Omar screams in delight, as if the way you would while riding a roller coaster. You hear Mal chuckle and groan at the same time as Omar tightens his grip on Mals neck. You laugh softy at the scenery.

He's just like a real daddy.