Haunted Dreams
Chapter 13
Sweeney walked into the living room after an hour. Jeremey was asleep in his cribe. He left Nellie and Jeramey alone so you know this was a big step for him, to come into the living room and begin his speech of apology.
He looked at Daniel and Nettie sitting on the couch. They made eye contact with him. At least they didn't look upset, so this would be easy.
Sweeney took a deep breath...
"Don't." Nettie said standing up. "You don't need to apologize. Your just worried out of your mind, we all are. There's no need for this." Nettie explained looking at the pair of them. "We don't need to be fighting, we need to be peaceful and happy, and thankful that Eleanor isn't dead."
"Yet." Sweeney stated.
"Your just a big ball of sunshine aren't you?" Daniel started. Ugh that sass. It must be a trait all the Casstellian's shared. "Do you even know what happiness is?"
"I did, once. A long time ago." Sweeney growled at him.
"Oh boo hoo" mocked Daniel. Sweeney advanced towards him fist raised. "Go ahead! Here take my left side this time."
"Stop!" Nettie yelled putting herself in the middle of them. "Punching each other won't help anything." Sweeney and Daniel stood there glaring at each other. "You" She said pointing her finger at Sweeney "need to learn to control your temper." "And you" she turned to Daniel "shut up." Sweeney and Daniel both sat down in unison.
"That's better." Said Nettie sternly. "Now. I know this stinks. It stinks horse's ass, but there is nothing we can do but wait." Wait. All good things come to those who can wait. Why did this situation bring that memory into Sweeney's head? It appeared in his mind as Nellie's voice, not his. Was she trying to communicate with him?
Wahhhh. Wahhh. Sweeney sat up straight in bed. "Ugh Jeramey" he muttered sleepily.
He rocked his son back and forth, back and forth while he continued to scream, and cry. "Shhh Jeramey shhh, come on, it's three in the morning, don't do this." He was probably hungry. There was a bottle in the kitchen, but Sweeney didn't feel like heating it up. He looked over at Nellie.
He pulled back the covers to reveal her breast. "Okay" he muttered, positioning his son on his wife's chest. He started to hear sucking noises. "You don't feel that." He said to Nellie "No of course not."
He waited a few minutes, til finally Jeramey was done. "Good boy" He said trying to get his son to fall back asleep. He looked down on his son's face, while Jeremey played with his father's finger, moving it up and down. He really was adorable. And he looked just like Sweeney. His hair hasn't completely come in yet, but his head was soft with black fuzz, no doubt his hair will be just like Sweeney's, dark as night, and an unruly mess. And his skin was pale as the moon light, just like Sweeney's, and his eyes... Oynx, dark tunnels, just like his father. He even had a little devilish look in his face as well, but still handsome all the same. "I love you." Sweeney muttered to his son. Jeremey looked up into his father's eyes, before he drifted off back to sleep. He was probably saying 'I love you' back, in the his own little way.
Sweeney smiled and kissed his son on the forehead. Then he got back in bed. He turned over onto his side to look at Nellie's peaceful, sleeping face. He kissed her cheek. Then the idea, to get her to wake up hit him. But he drifted off to sleep himself, deciding that he'll carry out his idea in the morning.
