The storm passed, and Sully was pleased that when the sun finally came out the next morning, there was a beautiful rainbow in the sky. It made him smile thinking that it was a sign that his new relationship was special and would likely be able to weather the storms of life. Whether it was big or small, long or short, he and Michaela could make it through even the toughest storms. That's what he hoped for.
He took Loren and the children home. Loren thanked him for inviting him for Thanksgiving and said that he needed to speak with Sully about something serious, but he didn't want to have this conversation in front of the children. Loren made sure to tell him that he could come to his house at any time to talk to him. Sully said as soon as Snowbird came home and could stay with Hanna and Zachary during the evening, that he would come by.
When Snowbird did come home, it was on the 29th of November, which was one of the hardest days that he and his kids would have to get through yet. It was the anniversary of Abagail's death. His new relationship and newfound happiness didn't do much to lessen the sadness that he felt on that day, if anything, it made him feel a little guilty.
Knowing Sully, especially knowing that he liked dealing with grief alone, Snowbird made sure she was there bright and early with breakfast.
"Can you stay with the kids for a while?" Sully asked.
"It's not good for you to be off brooding today," Snowbird told him.
"I just wanna go horseback riding for an hour," Sully pleaded.
"After you finish your breakfast," Snowbird said, "You're allowed to be gone for one hour only. If you are gone much longer, I will send someone out looking for you."
"Yes, Ma'am," Sully agreed.
"Dad?" Zachary asked, while approaching them, sounding unsure of himself.
"Yes, Son," Sully answered.
"Can I look at Mom's pictures?" he asked.
"Of course," Sully answered with a bit of a scoff, "You don't hafta ask me for that. You can look at her pictures anytime ya want."
Zachary nodded and went to get the photo album. Despite the modern and digital world that they lived in, Abagail still liked printing pictures and putting them into photo albums. Zachary picked the album that stored the first family photos that they had taken after Hanna was born. Everyone was happy and carefree in those pictures. It was right before they found out how serious Abagail's condition was.
Zachary took the album to the couch and started looking through it.
"He asked you first because he wanted to make sure you were okay," Snowbird whispered. Then she got up, traveled to the kitchen, and started to unpack the take-out boxes from the local IHOP.
"I don't want him thinkin' that he doesn't have the right to her pictures," Sully said and began helping Snowbird set the table, "What did ya buy, Ma?" Sully asked, noticing all the food. He was expecting four breakfasts. Instead, he saw enough for a breakfast feast.
"I got the blueberry pancakes for you," Snowbird said, "Then I got the family feast with waffles because Zachary likes waffles. We can all share the eggs, sausage and bacon."
"Zac ain't gonna eat all those waffles by himself," Sully pointed out.
"Then we can share those too!" Snowbird snapped, "Can you stop being a jack… you-know-what?"
"Fine," Sully said with a shrug and got out the plates. He moved Hanna's highchair close to the table and put her place setting on it. Then he set three place settings around his small table.
After Sully and Snowbird finished getting everything out, they went to call the children to the table, but stopped short, when they saw what was happening in the living room.
"Look, Hanna," Zachary cooed, "You were such a pretty baby."
Hanna toddled over and sat on her brother's lap, and they looked at the pictures together.
"Pwetty baby," Hanna said and pointed to the picture.
"Yep, that's you," Zachary told his baby sister.
"Zac-Zac," Hanna said, pointing to her brother's picture.
"Yeah, that's me," he said.
"Daddy," the little girl said, pointing to Sully's picture and smiling.
"Daddy," Zachary repeated with a nod. When Hanna didn't say anything else, Zachary pointed to the picture of Abagail and asked, "Who's this?"
"Lady," Hanna answered.
"Yes," Zachary said with a laugh, "But who is that lady?"
After briefly studying the picture, the little girl answered honestly, "I don't know."
Zachary was surprised by his sister's answer and a very confused look involuntarily formed on his face, "That's Mommy," he told her.
"No Mommy," Hanna said.
"Yes Mommy," Zachary insisted.
"I no Mommy," Hanna told him, now mirroring her brother's confused look.
"Yes, you do have a mommy. I have a mommy too," Zachary explained and pointed at the picture again and said, "She's our mommy."
"No Mommy," Hanna said again.
Snowbird was about to intervene when she heard Sully walk back into the kitchen. Returning to the kitchen herself, she found Sully with both of his hands flat on the countertop and he was looking down with his eyes closed.
"Sully," Snowbird said with a sigh.
"She's forgotten her," he said.
"It was bound to happen," Snowbird said, taking a deep breath and crossing her arms in front of her, "She was very young."
"It's my fault," he insisted.
"How is it your fault?" Snowbird questioned, knowing he would blame himself.
"I shoulda been showin' her those pictures every day," He said, beating himself up, "I didn't because it's too hard on me, and now look what happened. I was bein' selfish."
"You are not selfish," Snowbird argued, "I understand you're upset right now, but where do you come up with this crap?"
"Then what would you call it?" he looked up and countered.
"Sully," Snowbird said with another loud sigh, "You could show her a picture of Abagail every day, and she would memorize the picture like someone would memorize a flashcard when they're studying for a test. She was too young. I'm sorry, it's very hurtful, but she is not going to remember the sound of her voice, her mannerisms, the way she laughed, the way she put on her lipstick, or anything that makes her a real-life person. For Zachary, when he looks at those pictures, he remembers the feelings of love that a child has for their mother. He remembers the real-life person, but for Hanna, they will always be just pictures."
Sully exhaled loudly and looked down again.
"I will give the kids breakfast," Snowbird said, "Why don't you go on that horseback ride now? Just get out of here for an hour. I'll even give you two hours before I send someone out looking for you."
Sully quickly left the kitchen and went to his bedroom to retrieve his coat and shoes. Then he passed his mother again, so he could leave out of the back door of his house.
"Sully," she called before he left. When he paused and looked at her, she told him, "I love you."
"I love you too, Ma," Sully said, and then left the house.
"Thank you," Michaela said solemnly and then clicked end on her phone. She just finished talking with a building inspector. She was lucky because she made it through the storm without any substantial damage to her house. Unfortunately, she wasn't as lucky when it came to her office.
"What's the damage?" Elizabeth asked. The two of them were talking in the kitchen, while Elizabeth was preparing dinner for later that evening.
"The rough estimate is $100,000," Michaela told her mother, looking as if she was about to cry.
"Don't you have insurance?" Elizabeth questioned.
"I do," Michaela answered.
Elizabeth held out her arms and gave her daughter a hug, "Then why are you so upset?"
"Insurance is going to cover most of it," she explained, "But it's going to take three months to fix everything, and I can't open my office until then, so I won't have any money coming in until then."
"What about savings?" Elizabeth asked.
"I will have to use that to pay the deductible," Michaela informed her, trying very hard to stay strong and not cry.
"You used to have tons of money saved and now you have next to nothing," Elizabeth said in shock, "What happened to all of your money?"
"I bought my practice and a house, Mother," she answered, "I still owe $150,000 on my house. On top of that, I have to put food on the table, pay my nanny, and the tuition for Matthew's and Colleen's school is due in January," Michaela sniffed a few times, her resolve was weakening, "and my office employees...my nurses and staff... How are they going to make it through?"
"Your office employees can take care of themselves!" Elizabeth snapped, getting frustrated, "Please explain to me what you were thinking by making all of that debt without a stable job?"
"I have a stable job, Mother, I'm a doctor," she replied, "I didn't know that I was going to get all of this storm damage right away. I never had that problem when I was working at the hospital. The hospital! That's what I can do. I can call my contacts there and see if I can take a temp job for a couple of months. Hospitals can always use an extra doctor."
"Or maybe you can admit you made a mistake and come home with me when I leave this Friday," Elizabeth said sternly.
"That's what you want me to do?" Michaela asked, "Run back to Boston with my tail between my legs?"
"You make it sound like a cowardly move," she answered her daughter, "There is nothing cowardly about admitting that you made a mistake by leaving everyone and everything that you know and moving out here on a whim."
"It wasn't a whim, it was a job opportunity and a fresh start," Michaela said, "I can't leave now, the kids and I are just starting to build a life."
"And what a life?" Elizabeth mocked, "You have no friends, no family, and an unstable practice."
"I do have friends here," Michaela said, "and so do the children. I haven't told anyone yet, but Sully and I are in a relationship now."
Elizabeth sighed, "I like Sully a lot. He was very polite and helpful during Thanksgiving. But he's not the right man for you."
"I think I can be the judge of who is and isn't the right man for me," Michaela said, "But for curiosity's sake, what's wrong with him? Is it because he's not a doctor? He's not formally educated? He does own his own business, Mother, and the lack of a formal education hasn't seemed to slow him down at all."
"No, it's not that," Elizabeth insisted, "but speaking of doctors, William Burke is still single."
"I don't care, Mother," Michaela said, "I want to know what is so wrong with Sully."
"He has a lot of baggage," she answered.
Thinking that she was referring to children, Michaela replied, "I have more baggage than he does."
"That's not what I'm talking about," Elizabeth said, "You told me yourself that his step-son has a jailbird father that Sully has to deal with."
"It's his adopted son, and that's hardly Sully's fault," Michaela insisted.
"He's rough around the edges," Elizabeth continued.
"I can help him smooth those edges," Michaela said. Then it finally hit her that there was nothing seriously wrong with Sully, even in her mother's eyes. Elizabeth was just saying this because she wanted Michaela and the children to come home, and she was using every excuse possible to get her to return to Boston, "I'm sorry, Mother. I love you very much, but I can't return to Boston. I want to make Colorado Springs my home. More than that, I have started this path with Sully, and I don't want to get off of it. If I don't see where it goes, I know in my core, that I will regret it. I don't know how to explain it, but I feel it."
Sully hopped on his horse, Goliath. He was the newest horse at The Sully Ranch and also the biggest. He was even bigger than Bear. He'd become a faithful companion, and he could run fast. That is what Sully wanted to do; he wanted to run fast.
As he brought Goliath out of the stables, he took him out of the west entrance. Sully didn't know what made him go that way, because that way led to where parents parked their cars when they dropped their kids off at Snowbird's summer camp. That was the place where he first met Abagail.
-Six Years Earlier-
"Zachary!" Abagail yelled, "Zachary!" She was trying to get her son to slow down and hold her hand as they walked across the makeshift parking lot, but the boy wasn't listening, he just ran ahead.
"I wanna go inside, Mommy," Little Zachary said, finally stopping.
"I know that," Abagail said, catching up with him, "but you have to wait for me. You can't just run out in the middle of the street with all these cars coming and going. Now, I want you to hold my hand."
Zachary held his mother's hand and the two of them walked slowly. Then the young boy became impatient and yelled, "You walk too slow!" Then he dropped her hand and ran through the cars.
"Zachary!" she yelled. She was trying to catch up to him, but she couldn't because she felt too lightheaded. She looked around and realized that she lost sight of her son. Then she heard someone slam hard on their breaks and her whole world stopped for a minute, "ZACHARY!"
Though she was lightheaded, panic soon took over Abagail's body, and she started to jog towards the car. She couldn't see what was going on, but she heard the person in the car ask, "Is he alright?"
"He's fine," a male voice said, and the car drove away.
Abagail then saw her son hanging over the shoulder of a man she'd never met.
"Hey!" she yelled, "That's my son."
"He nearly got hit by a car," he told her, placing the child onto his feet, "I got to him just in time."
"Thank you," she said.
Once Zachary's feet touched the ground, he ran to his mother and held her hand immediately.
"Oh, now you wanna hold my hand," she complained, "I should take you home right now and let Grandpa give you a great big spanking!"
"No!" The little boy whined and jumped up and down, "I don't wanna go home! I don't wanna spanking!"
"Well, I don't want you to run away from me again!" she scolded, "You scared me half to death!" Before she could continue, she got dizzy and had to close her eyes.
"Are you alright, Ma'am?" the man asked.
"I'm fine," she said, "I'm just feeling a little lightheaded today." Then she looked down at Zachary and said, "and my son's disobedience isn't helping."
"Maybe you should come in and sit down and relax," he offered, sensing that she needed a break from being a mom at that moment.
"There are too many people in there for me to sit down and relax," Abagail said, "I would be going crazy looking for him every minute."
"You can sit in my office," he suggested.
"Oh, you work here," she said and then took the opportunity to ask about her aunt, "Is Olive Davis inside? She's the one that told me about the summer camp."
"I own the place," he said with a chuckle, "and I believe Miss Olive is inside. I don't know for sure, it's my mother's camp, we're all just helpin' her."
"You're Bradford Sully?" she questioned, sounding confused. She didn't know the ins and outs of Olive's job. She just knew that her aunt had worked at The Sully Ranch for a long time and that the owner was a Mr. Bradford Sully. Since her aunt had worked there for so long, she believed that Mr. Sully had to have been the same age as Olive, if not older. This man looked way too young.
"I'm Byron Sully," he said, "Bradford Sully was my father."
"Was?" she asked.
"He died a long time ago," Sully said.
"I'm sorry," she said, not knowing what else to say.
"It was a long time ago," Sully repeated, wanting her to know that he wasn't offended, "My offer still stands, you can sit in my office and relax. This young man will be in good hands and will have a good time playin' with the other children."
"Please, Mommy!" Zachary begged.
"Okay," Abagail said, "But you better be on your best behavior. I need to talk to Auntie Olive anyhow."
"She's your aunt?" Sully asked. Sully knew that Olive had family in town, but he didn't know the ins and outs of her personal life.
"Yes," she said.
"I didn't catch your name," Sully said.
"I'm Abagail Bray and this is my son, Zac Lawson," she told him, "Thank you for pulling him out of the way of that car."
"No problem," Sully said, "We're trying to run a successful camp here. I don't think a flat-as-a-pancake kid in the middle of the road is a good sellin' point."
Abagail couldn't help but laugh at his corny joke, and Sully thought she had a nice smile.
"Follow me," he said.
-Present Day-
She didn't exactly hit him like a ton of bricks when they first met, but he fell in love with her.
Sully squeezed his legs into Goliath, signaling for him to gallop faster. Goliath accepted the nonverbal command and started running.
Sully closed his eyes as the wind hit his face and went through his hair. Goliath ran and ran and ran, then he stopped. The trail had ended, and Goliath was waiting for Sully to give him another command.
Sully felt like he wasn't getting enough exhilaration from the too short ride. He thought, maybe he should take the horse outside of the property all together. That wouldn't do much, because he would just run onto someone else's property. Then he thought, maybe he should tie Goliath's reins to a tree and then run a few miles on foot, then return to him later.
That sounded like the more appealing idea, so he hopped off of the horse and then tied his reins to the nearest tree. Afterward, Sully took off on foot. He ran and ran and ran. He ran until his heart overpowered him and his breath was too short.
He sat down on the ground where he'd stopped running and focused on catching his breath.
When his breathing returned to normal, he looked around and realized where he was. He was in his spot. He was in his favorite part of the ranch. The place he took Michaela when she agreed to go horseback riding with him. The place where he always wanted to build a house.
He looked around, and then froze. His whole body relaxed as if all the pain, sadness, and worries in the world no longer existed. And suddenly, he had a premonition of the future.
He and Michaela were walking hand and hand in front of a large craftsman's style home. They were following Hanna and Brian, who looked to be about six years old. The two small children were holding hands with an unknown child, who looked to be about two years old. He felt without knowing that the unknown child was his daughter. She was the same daughter that had been invading his dreams that he'd been having about Michaela. He saw her from behind and smiled at her little blonde curls. He heard her sweet laughter as she played with her brother and sister. On the opposite side, Colleen, who had to be about ten, was practicing what looked like cheerleading moves with two female friends. Across the yard, he saw Zachary and Matthew looking like they had reached age fifteen, throwing a baseball back and forth. Next, he looked in the direction of Wolf who was carrying a gray kitten by the scruff of the neck.
Sully wasn't sure how he felt about what he was seeing. He just knew that there was peace there, there was love there, there was happiness there. Sully wanted to know, was it real? If so, how could he get there?
Michaela was alone in the house. She was sitting up, but she leaned her head back, and her eyes were shut. She'd called her contact at the local hospital and found out that they did need extra help, and that she could come in for an interview on Monday. Upon hearing that news, Michaela felt at peace knowing that everything was going to work-out. She decided to take advantage of the quiet and rested on the couch.
Elizabeth wanted to spend more time with her grandchildren before she went home, so she took them out to lunch and then to play miniature golf.
They would be home for dinner, and Elizabeth already had a turkey vegetable soup cooking in the crock pot. Michaela wondered how her mother learned to cook because they always had housekeepers to cook for them when she was growing up. Michaela certainly hadn't learned to cook herself.
Elizabeth revealed that it was their most recent housekeeper, Martha, that showed her how to make a similar soup, but with chicken instead of turkey. She'd sent Martha a text message and the housekeeper assured Elizabeth that the soup would taste just as good with turkey instead of chicken.
Michaela shifted her head to the side and felt the fabric of her sofa on her cheek. Except it didn't feel like her sofa. It felt like canvas… or perhaps denim… it was so warm.
Michaela opened her eyes and the first thing she saw in her line of vision was someone's socked feet crossed in front of her. From that person's feet, her eyes were able to follow a line of blue denim up to where her face was.
"Come here and give Daddy a kiss," she heard a man say, and she was certain that it was Sully's voice. She looked forward and saw what looked like a two-year-old child, in a green dress, toddling in the direction of the voice. The next thing she heard was the sound of kissing and the small child laughing. Though she didn't see the child's face, she knew it wasn't Hanna because this little girl had little blonde curls, instead of little brown curls.
"Go tell Hanna and Brian that Daddy is still waitin' for his kisses," she heard. She knew the man was definitely Sully. Did he just say Hanna and Brian? Why was he telling Brian that Daddy wants his kisses?
As she was contemplating what was going on, something hit her in the stomach. It didn't hurt, but it startled her, and she flinched. Then she heard a loud meow and thump on the ground.
The next thing she heard was Sully chuckling, and she felt his fingers caress her cheek.
"It was just Rocket, Darlin'," Sully said, still laughing.
"Rocket?" Michaela questioned.
"Wolf's cat is getting bigger and fatter by the day, but he still runs just as fast," Sully said.
Michaela didn't say anything to that, she rolled onto her back and then sat up.
First, she looked at Sully and noted that he looked very normal. He was reading something on his iPad. He was wearing jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. Everything about him appeared to be very typical for Sully, with the exception that his hoodie had the word BOSS on it. Michaela thought that was strange because she recognized the lettering and concluded that the hoodie was from Hugo Boss; and, she had not known Sully to be someone who would spend money on expensive clothes. She could see him buying a suit, if necessary, but not a designer hoodie.
Even stranger, when she looked at his face, she realized he had a full beard. How could his beard be so full when he had shaved his face only a few days prior on Thanksgiving?
Sully looked up at Michaela and shot her a small boyish smirk, "I was just readin' the local paper and the Church is havin' a Christmas social next Saturday. Do ya wanna go?"
Michaela simply nodded.
"I'm gonna get ya a cup of hot cocoa," Sully said, "Matthew's girlfriend made it for us. I know she's only fifteen, but she can make a nice cup of hot cocoa. I can drink it too because it's not overpowered with sugar, ya know." Sully leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Then he sat his iPad down and left to get her some hot cocoa.
When he left, she thought to herself, "Did he just say that Matthew has a fifteen-year-old girlfriend?" She shook her head and looked down. She was wearing skinny jeans that she didn't remember ever buying. Curiouser than that, she was wearing a hoodie herself that said Colorado Rockies on it. She knew it wasn't Sully's because it was a form-fitted hoodie. It had to be hers, but when did she buy it? Finally, she looked down at her hands. She was wearing the same wedding band and engagement ring that Sully had put on a chain and placed around her neck when she had the c-section dream.
She was dreaming.
Michaela opened her eyes. She was still in the same position on her couch as she was when she first shut her eyes. She was still alone in her house and her mother had her children. She wasn't startled like she was when she had the c-section dream because she knew she'd been dreaming this time. Why was she dreaming this? Why were these dreams so clear, like they were real?
Sully came back to his house at almost noon.
"There you are," Snowbird said, from the couch, "I saved your breakfast in the fridge."
"Thanks for not sending anyone after me," Sully said, noting the amount of time he'd been gone. Though he didn't think about it while he was gone, he knew he'd been gone for close to three hours now.
"I figured I would allow you your space," Snowbird explained, "I still want you to talk to me and be open and honest. I don't want to have to pry things out of you like I used to when you were a kid."
"Yeah," Sully agreed with a nod, "There are some things that I have been meanin' to talk to ya 'bout."
Snowbird was about to tell him to get his breakfast out of the refrigerator and sit down on the couch and eat while they talked, but they were interrupted.
"Daddy!" Hanna said, running out of her bedroom. She put her hands on her hips and looked like she was about to scold him, "Where you been? I look for you all morning."
Sully couldn't help but smile at his sweet little girl. She was so cute and sweet despite the fact that she was turning into a miniature Snowbird.
"I went a-huntin' for a rabbit skin to wrap my little Hanna in," he said, paraphrasing an old nursery rhyme that he remembered hearing as a kid. Then he scooped her up, swung her up over his head and then placed her on his hip.
"I miss you," Hanna insisted.
"I missed ya too," Sully said, and started peppering small kisses on her cheek and tickling her. He was rewarded with her sweet little girl giggles.
"Dad!" Zachary yelled from his bedroom upstairs. He ran down the stairs and then threw his arms around Sully's waist.
Sully got down on his knees so he could bear-hug both of them at the same time. However, he lost his balance and they all landed on the floor. Sully and the kids started to laugh, and Snowbird laughed from her seat while she watched them.
Sully sat on the floor and Zachary sat next to him. Hanna plopped herself in her daddy's lap.
"Dad, can we do something today? I don't wanna stay home," Zachary asked.
"Okay," Sully agreed, "What do you wanna do?"
"Can we go to the movies?" Zachary requested.
"Yeah," Sully reluctantly agreed. He thought that movie theaters were too crowded and too overpriced, but he wanted to take his kids out, "As long as you find a nice G rated movie that we can all watch. It will have to be in the afternoon. Me and Grandma need to talk for a while."
"You wanna go too, Grandma?" asked Zachary, he looked over Sully's shoulder at Snowbird.
"Yeah, Ma, come with us," Sully said, turning in her direction, "We missed ya at Thanksgivin'."
"Yes," Snowbird agreed with a smile.
"Okay, you go upstairs and find a movie on that laptop that I spent way too much for," Sully directed his son, "and you go play in your room, so I can talk to Grandma," he directed his daughter.
Once the children were out of the room, Sully got his breakfast plate and sat next to his mother on the couch. He made sure to thank God before he started eating, and then he knew it was time to start talking.
"I wanna talk to you about Michaela," Sully said.
"Oh?" Snowbird said, a little surprised. Sully left the house that morning upset about Abagail. While he was gone, she prepared a whole speech and pep-talk for him.
"We're…well… kinda…um… we're a couple now." Sully babbled. He was nervous, and it wasn't because he believed Snowbird would disapprove. He not just believed but knew she would start planning his wedding.
Snowbird clasped her hands together and her face lit up as a large smile stretched across it.
"Don't start bookin' any churches," Sully said.
"I'm not booking anything," Snowbird insisted, "Not yet," she added under her breath, "How long has this been going on?"
"I think, on some level, it started when we first met," he explained, "but we said it openly durin' the storm on Thanksgivin'."
"Do you feel guilty about it?" she asked, "You know you're doing nothing wrong."
"Sometimes," he answered, "and I know that."
"You have the right to move on," Snowbird added, thinking this was what he wanted to discuss with her, "That doesn't mean that Abagail didn't matter and that she should be forgotten, it just means-"
"I know all that," Sully interrupted.
"Then what's the problem?" Snowbird inquired.
"I've been havin' dreams about Michaela. Very vivid dreams," he confessed.
"What kind of dreams?" she asked.
"Well…" Sully sighed.
"Just give me the basics," Snowbird requested, "I don't need to know every detail, especially if it's something too embarrassing to share with your mother."
"I don't have them every night, but when I do have them, they've been in sequence," Sully said, "I remember what happened before. It's like we're movin' forward."
"What's happening in the dreams?" she asked.
"The first few ain't somethin' I wanna share," Sully said, remembering how he used to have dreams about Michaela when they first met that made him have to take hot showers in the middle of the night, and finish himself off, because a cold shower wasn't enough to make his body behave.
"Very well," Snowbird said and started laughing.
"Those ones coulda been a reaction to a pretty lady," Sully admitted.
Snowbird nodded and said, "Continue."
"Then I had one that was in the future, and we were married, and she was pregnant," he explained, "In the next one, we were married but it was more in the future because she had the baby, and I knew I was dreamin' in that one."
"You knew you were dreaming?" Snowbird asked, making sure she had that right.
"Yes, and I had another one today," Sully said, " It happened when I was out on my horse. That one was more of a daydream, but it was just as vivid, and I could see us together."
"So, you are unsure if these are dreams or visions," Snowbird inferred.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"Your father was more of an expert on this, but I will give you my best understanding," Snowbird said, "These dreams could be visions of the future. They could be the spirits guiding you toward Michaela, or they could be your subconscious mind telling you what you most desire. I don't know for sure, Sully. Do you know if she has them too?"
"I've never asked and I ain't ready to tell her about mine," he said.
"I know it's a personal thing," Snowbird explained, "If you two grow closer and the relationship becomes strong, you should ask her."
"What if she is havin' them?" Sully asked.
"Then your father would've said that this is the spirits' way of guiding you to her," Snowbird said, "They are guiding you both to each other. They are trying to tell you that you need her, and she needs you, they are telling you that you belong together."
To be continued. Please review. =)
I don't know what happened in this one. I had my story idea and I just kept writing and writing. It really flowed for me. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
What do you think about Sully and Michaela's dreams?