Sara felt the bed moving, the mattress rolling in waves "Sar, come on Sar, 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.

Sara squeezed her eyes shut even tighter and tossed a dismissive arm toward him "Leave me alone Nick!"

The bed stopped moving. "Nick?" the voice asked. And all at once, Sara realized it wasn't Nick Stokes on the bed with her.

Her eyes flew open, and she sat up, gathering the covers and pulling them up to her chest. Greg Sanders kneeled on the bed beside her, the hurt puppy look in his eyes quickly shifting into the gaze of a man on the verge of learning information good for teasing. Sara looked around, the eggplant and cream bedroom she'd picked out surrounded her. What the hell? Sara's fingers pulled her hair back as she tried to figure out what had happened.

Greg cocked a grin at her. "Were you dreaming about Nick?"

"HUH?" She looked at him, confused.

Greg's grin broke out into a full on smile. "You were! You were dreaming about Nick! What'd you two do?" He waggled an eyebrow at her.

"Ah…"

"Hey sleepy head" the object of their conversation appeared in the doorway. "Up and at 'em girl. Everyone's waiting on you."

"Nick guess what!" Greg hopped off the bed.

"Greg! I'll kill you! I mean it." Sara's voice was full of promise.

Nick raised his eyebrows, wondering what Greg was about to tell him, but what ever it was, if it was pissing Sara off that much, he didn't want to know.

"Come, Sar, Catherine's made breakfast." Nick waved a beckoning arm and quickly disappeared down the stairs.

"I meant what I said Greg" Sara warned again and Greg shot her a worried look before he closed the door on his way out.

Was it possible? Sara threw the covers off her legs and hung her feet over the side of the bed. Had she dreamed it all? Nick'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.

Sara put her feet on the floor and padded into the bathroom. Turning on 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 answer to her questions.

A dream is a wish your heart makes. Her mothers voice came to her through the years. Back when Sara was a very little girl, she'd sit on her mothers lap, and they'd read Sara's books about princesses and their prince, and her mother would sing quietly to her. 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.

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