Fran! Darling! Wake up! Wake up my darling!" Fran tossed and turned in her bed, crying, screaming his name over and over. Maxwell shook her vigorously. Fran wake up! Wake up!" "Nooooo don't!" Fran jumped up, eyes wide open, teary, drenched in sweat. She was shaking all over and trembling. Maxwell stroked her cheeks soothingly. "Fran darling, calm down, you were just dreaming. I'm here! Shhhshh everything is all right." Fran slowly came to her sense. It was just a nightmare, just a haunting! Maxwell was with her and the ring she had just seen in her dream was on her finger. "Oh Maaax!" she threw herself into his arms, clinging tightly to him. "Hold me tight! Don't go away!" "Shhhh it's okay, I'm here! I am not going anywhere." Fran's appearance was a shock for him. What had scared her so much in her dream? He had gotten frightened seeing her in this state. He kissed her gently on the lips, then reached for her water bottle that was aside the bed. "Here, drink a little bit. It'll do you good." Hastily Fran took a few sips, the cool water was soothing. She leaned against the end of the bed. Breathed deeply. Maxwell sat at her side, stroking her hand, waiting for her to calm down. "Are you all right?" he asked after a while. She nodded, "Thank you my hero! I'm glad you woke me up." He kissed her gently, "I can't wait to wake you up every morning." Fran screwed up her face. She knew his early rising times. "MHH we'll have to discuss this point." They looked at each other and laughed.
But then he looked at her seriously. "Fran, what were you dreaming? You really scared me." Fran gazed at him sheepishly, "What was I babbling?" "You kept calling my name and no not." Fran stared at him in horror. "It was harmless. Totally silly." "Francine!", he said in a strict way, "It just took me 15 minutes to wake you up and you were totally wiped out! This is not silly!" Fran tried to avoid his glance. She knew if she told him about the nightmare, he would want to know its meaning too. "Fran did your dream have to do with the party?" Fran's jaw dropped and Maxwell knew immediately he was right. "Darling, please tell me, I'm just trying to help you." Fran relented, but tried to emphasize the whole thing rather ridiculously and jokingly. "Like I said, it was a silly dream. We were at a ball, dancing and then my dress came undone hahaha. Must have been bad quality, well reduced hahaha. Anyway, everyone thought it was pretty funny. Oh yeah and you got engaged to Miss Babcock but that would be more your nightmare hahaha."
Maxwell frowned. "For heaven's sake! Mercy!" Fran was still laughing, "Like I said, it's all pretty ridiculous!" "But how does this relate to the party and why did you suddenly behave so strange last night?" Fran looked at him puzzled. "You were all of a sudden very quiet, you barely talked and on the way home you were so sad." Fran was astonished. This man was absolutely wonderful, how well he knew her. He had noticed all her changes. God she loved him so much.
"What is tormenting you so my darling?"