Chuck started running towards the sound of the screams. He had no idea where he was. No idea how he reached there. It was dark, cold. And he couldn't remember what the hell had happened. How did he got there…

But he was desperate,

Because of the crying,

The yelling.

He was desperate,

Because of the voice,

The voice of his son.

"Pete! I'm coming."

His vision was blurry; he almost couldn't see his path. His feet was freezing, he was bare foot. And he kept running. He ran; he reached nowhere, but he kept running, maybe in circles, he didn't care. He was gasping for air, he was choking.

"Daddy!" He could listen to his voice, which only made him more desperate, more afraid, more heart-broken, but at the same time, hopeful. It meant the worst didn't happen. Yet.

He reached a door. He didn't know how he didn't see it there before. Chuck gulped and slowly pulled de knob.

And was greeted by the worst vision of his life. His worst nightmare had come true.

He collapsed to the floor holding the stare of his dead child. The lifeless green eyes of his four-year-old.

He screamed his pain out. The blood in his veins were burning out. Closing his eyes, he counted to three and opened them again. But he was welcomed by the same horrific vision.

"Hello, Chuckie. We were waiting for you."

"How could you?" he managed to say between his greeted teeth.

"That's why I'm here, silly. You're such fool."

"I'm a fool? I'm such a fool. I'm an idiot; I'm an idiot….."

"Yes you are. Don't you believe me, I'm a liar. That's why I'm here."

"Why are you here?"

"But it's not true."

"Lie to me, than."

"I'm here because of you".

"Chuck, wake up!" He opened his eyes and saw he was wrapped Sarah's arms, who was trying to comfort him. "It's okay, I'm here. It was just a bad dream." He relaxed, but then realization hit him and jumped out of bed. He surprised Sarah and she looked confused.

"Are you ok? Why are you looking at me like that?

"Like what? I'm fine." He gave her a nervous smile and stormed out of the room.

Pull yourself together; you're a grown-man. You can't possibly be afraid of a dream…

But it wasn't just a dream, it was my head. My subconscious trying to show me my worst fear coming true.

Do you actually believe that she will actually do that to you? She loves you, and she would never hurt Pete. You know it, how can you question that?

I know. But I'm struggling. I just can't, god knows how much I love that woman, but I don't think I trust her. No matter what she says. It's gonna be hard until I bring myself to do that again.

What's wrong with me?

"Chuck? Please, tell me what's going on."

"Nothing. Go back to bed; I just came grab some water."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Sarah nodded and got back to his room. Chuck went over Pete's and happily signed when he could take a look at his son. He was still a bit agitated, so there was no way he was going to go back to sleep, so he started do some work on the program that was half-way trough.

Although his eyes were fixated at the computer, his mind kept drifting to his earlier thoughts. He felt so foolish for thinking so little of Sarah. He was worrying too much, and over thinking was never good, so he tried to think of a happy place, where he was happy with Pete and Sarah…

But you can have those things…

Going back to his room, Chuck took as moment to admire the beautiful blond lying there.

"Why are you just standing there?" Without opening her eyes, with a sleepy voice Sarah asked. Chuck smiled and joined her.

"I'm sorry about my bad dream reaction earlier. I kind of freaked out a bit, huh?"

"Are you gonna tell me what was it about?"

"No. Not now." Sarah frowned. But she didn't push the subject, to his relieve, and dripped of to sleep.

"Are you sure you're it's okay?"

"Yes, Chuck. It's not like I have much of anything to do. And you'll be back by tomorrow morning."

"I could ask Ellie to look…"

"Chuck! It's ok. He is at school, and he practically takes care of himself. So don't worry." Sarah gave him a peck on the lips and said goodbye.

"Hey miss Sarah, can I have an ice-cream?" Asked Pete while they walked down the park.

"Yes, you can."

"What's your favorite flavor?"

"Rocky-Road. What's yours?"

"Hmm, I don't have one. They're all so delicious. But dad only lets me have one or two. He says I won't eat dinner otherwise." The iceman handed the ice-creams and they kept talking.

"How was school today?"

"It was cool. There's this girl Becky, she wants me to be her boyfriend."

"Really? What did you tell her?"

"No. She kissed me on the cheek and it was gross. I don't know why grown people do it so much."

"Do it so much?"

"Yeah. Like you and dad do when you think I'm not looking." Sarah blushed at the commentary; she couldn't believe that a four-year-old was making her blush. "Are you going to marry my dad?"

Sarah was so taken aback by the question that she wasn't able to form words to respond the boy.

"Mhmm, I don't know, maybe, someday…."

"Why are you nervous?"

"What makes you think I'm nervous?"

"You're sweating; people sweat when they're nervous. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Oh god, Are you sure you're four?"

"That's what they say." Smiling at her, the boy started running and soon started being followed by Sarah.

Sorry for the delay, I was a bit blocked and I'll try to update soon.

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