Calleigh felt the bed moving, the mattress rolling in waves "Cal, come on Cal, Wake up!" He was kneeling next to her, she could feel him near her lower back, felt the dip in the mattress as he bounced up and down on his haunches.
Calleigh squeezed her eyes shut even tighter and tossed him a dismissive arm "Leave me alone Eric!"
The bed stopped moving. "Eric?" the voice asked. And all at once, Calleigh realised it wasn't Eric Delko on the bed with her.
Her eyes flew open, and she sat up, gathering the covers and pulling them up to her chest. Ryan Wolfe kneeled on the bed beside her, his eyes quickly shifting into the gaze of a man on the verge of learning information for teasing. Calleigh looked around, the eggplant and cream bedroom she'd picked surrounded her. What the hell? Calleigh's fingers pulled her hair back as she tried to figure out what had happened.
Ryan cocked a grin at her. "Were you dreaming about Eric?"
"Huh?" she looked at him, confused.
Ryan's grin broke out into a full on smile. "You were! You were dreaming about Eric! What'd you two do?" He waggled an eyebrow at her.
"Ah..."
"Hey sleepy head" the subject of their conversation appeared in the doorway. "Up and at 'em girl. Everyone's waiting on you."
"Eric guess what!" Ryan hopped off the bed.
"Ryan! I'll kill you! I mean it." Calleigh's voice was full of promise.
Eric raised his eyebrows, wondering what Ryan was about to tell him, but whatever it was, if it was pissing Calleigh off that much, he didn't want to know.
"Come, Cal, Natalia's made breakfast." Eric waved a beckoning arm and quickly disappeared down the stairs.
"I meant what I said, Ryan." Calleigh warned again and Ryan shot her a worried look before he closed the door on his way out.
Was it possible? Calleigh threw the covers off her legs and hung her feet over the side of the bed. Had she dreamed it all? Eric's nightmare, their night together, the blizzard, she dreamed it? He never called her baby. He never told her he loved her. And she'd never said it to him.
Calleigh put her feet on the floor and padded into the bathroom. Turning the faucet in the sink, she splashed cold water on her face. As she dried off, she stared at her reflection as if the woman in the mirror held the answers to her questions.
A dream is a wish your heart makes. Her mothers voice came to her through the years. Back when Calleigh was a very little girl. A dream is a wish your heart makes. Maybe that was true. Maybe... Just maybe.
She smiled at her reflection and ran her fingers through her hair.
The heart wants what it wants, she thought to herself as she opened the bedroom door and headed downstairs to make her dreams come true.
Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story. I hope you all enjoyed it, didn't quite end it how I wanted but wasn't sure how to finish it off. XxXx
