We sit in a comfortable silence not saying anything because i was tired and i don't know about Paul. We just listen to all the murmurs of conversations other customers were having around the restaurant.
"Are you okay?" Paul asks me and i open eyes, lift my head up and look at him.
"Yeah, I'm fine why?" I say with a confused look on my face.
"Oh I was just wondering, you've been kinda quiet today. I just want to make sure something isn't wrong, there isn't anything wrong is there, love?" he says with a bit of a concerned look on his face.
Nothing is wrong, i'm just still trying to adjust to the different time zone. The dream I had had earlier wasn't really bugging me anymore, it really did earlier but Paul made me feel better about it. I honestly was so immensely happy because I'm finally with him after an absence of 3 months and to have missed him so badly and now I'm so content in his arms and to be next to him. And having made love earlier put me into a bliss and just upped my mood even more.
"Paul nothing is wrong, I promise. Actually everything is right and i'm so incredibly happy right now to be here with you, because I missed you so much these past 3 months, even though we saw each other 2 weeks ago. Nothing's wrong, I assure you." I say sweetly with a warm smile and he smiles back.
"Good honey, I just want you to be happy." Paul says as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him for a hug.
"I am very happy. I want you to be happy too." I say into his chest and we pull apart but his arms stay wrapped around my waist.
"Don't worry baby, I'm very, very happy." Paul says and leans in and tenderly kisses me. Our food comes, we eat and then drive home.
"Thanks for dinner." I say as we walk into the door, taking off our shoes and peeling off our coats.
"You're welcome honey. Anything for you." Paul says with a sweet smile and I smile back and go sit on the couch. We watch a few movies and fall asleep on the couch.
"Honey, wake up." Paul says shaking my shoulder and I wake up and groan.
"What?" I mutter sleepily, blinded by the bright lights of the living room.
"You kept tossing and turning again. Were you having a bad dream again?" he says while laying on his side and stroking my cheek and looking into my eyes, he looks worried.
I had the same dream again, but somehow it was even more livid then the first time, and it was horrid because it was so real and I had to go through that fake pain again of thinking he had died.
"You had that dream again, didn't you?" Paul says worriedly and I nod and sigh. He somewhat lifts me up so I'm in his arms in a tight embrace.
"It was so real, Paul." I mumble into his neck as he's rubbing my back and rocking me.
"It wasn't though honey, it was just a dream. I'm okay and perfectly well.
You unfortunately just keep having this horrible dream and I'm sorry you are, darling." he says back trying to comfort me and I nod into his chest, not trusting my voice.
"Shh Shh, it's okay. I'm okay and you're okay. I'm right here and nothing is going to happen to me, or you." he says while continuing to rub my back and rock me. I nod into his chest, still not saying anything, afraid I would end up crying.
"Come on, let's go lay in bed." he says and wraps an arm around my waist and we go into the bedroom and we both change into pajamas and Paul just strips down to his boxers and we both get in bed.
He pulls me over to him and I snuggle into his chest and he rubs my back and continues to rock me and tell me it's okay. I feel so pathetic having this dream affect me so much and have me in tears. It was just so real and the emotions so powerful. Paul continues to rub my back until he doesn't and he must've fallen asleep. I on the other hand wasn't even tired and I didn't dare fall asleep, afraid I'd have that dream again. I eventually do fall asleep after awhile because I just couldn't fight sleep anymore.