My dream was correct I am the soon to be a father to 3 children. Adrian wasn't too excited about the names I picked out for the babies but Ashley had liked them in the dream so I stuck with them.
Boston seemed quiet these days. He spent most of his time playing by himself. I had asked him about it and he had said that he wanted to play with his toys by himself. Sometimes I heard him talking to himself but every time I asked him he'd tell me he was talking to mommy. I was starting to get worried that there was something seriously wrong with him. I took him to a child behavior specialist who said there was nothing wrong with him and that maybe he had an imaginary friend. Now don't get me wrong there was nothing wrong with imaginary friends but this situation didn't seem right.
"Boo it's time for dinner" I said to him one night.
"Ok daddy" he said. He took his normal seat.
"Daddy why is there an extra plate?" he asked.
"I thought mommy could eat with us too" I figured I'd embrace his new imaginary friend "is she in the room right now?"
"No" he said.
"Are you sure she isn't sitting next to me?" I asked.
Boston looked at me for a minute as if to try and see if I had gone insane.
"Daddy nobody is sitting in that chair" he said.
"Where is mommy right now?" I asked him.
"It's a secret I can't tell you" he said.
"Why can't you tell me?" I asked.
"Her bosses will make her go away if I tell you" he said.
Boston was scaring me by this point. No 4 year old could be that imaginative.
"Honey, mommy died she can't come back to visit you" I said to him.
"Yes she can" he said.
"Then why isn't she here right now?" I asked.
"I told you it's a secret" he said.
"Boston cut it out this is nonsense your mother is gone and no matter how much you want her to she can't come back" I yelled.
"No mommy loves me and she does come to see me" he yelled back with tears in his eyes.
"Boston go to your room"
"Fine!" he yelled before stomping off to the room. He slammed the door.
I put Boston's dinner away figuring he'd want it later but he never left his room for the rest of night. I felt guilty for yelling at him so later that night I went to apologize when I got to his door I heard him talking.
"I don't wanna stay with daddy anymore" he said "why can't I live with you?"
"Daddy and Auntie Adrian don't believe me"
"I don't want to be a member of this family anymore I just wanna be with you mommy"
I knocked the door I heard the rustling of the sheets. I went into the room. Boston's back was to me he was pretending to be asleep.
"Boston I know you aren't asleep" I said.
But he said nothing.
"Boo come on talk to me" I pleaded.
Still nothing.
"Fine be that way" I left the room.
