CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
(chapter title – This Is What Dreams Are Made Of)
Sara and Peter sighed and looked through the paper the next morning.
"What about this one?" Sara pointed to a cute little brick townhouse. Peter made a disgusted face. Sara laughed and kissed the end of his nose.
"Why don't you like it?" Sara flashed Peter a small pout. Peter kissed her forehead and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Morning you two." Jeffery greeted them, coming into the kitchen carrying Angel. Sara smiled at her daughter as Mark and Adam came into the kitchen. Mark looked paler than ever and he was sniffling a bit.
"Daddy? You okay?" Sara asked as Jeffery handed Angel to her.
"Yeb. I'b bine." Mark told her. He sounded really congested.
"You sure Daddy?" Sara inquired, lifting her shirt a bit so that Angel could nurse. Sara winced a bit as Angel clung on to her nipple and suckled.
"Achoo!" Mark sneezed loudly. Sara moved both herself and Angel away from Mark. She didn't want her day-old infant to catch whatever Mark had.
"Baby, you're burning up. Go back to bed. I'll be there shortly with some soup. You're staying home today young man." Jeffery told him firmly, putting a hand on his back and guided him to the room that they shared. Meanwhile, Peter made breakfast for him, Sara and Adam. Sara continued to nurse Angel, standing up and moving to the couch. Adam and Peter joined them a few minutes later. Peter smiled and wrapped an arm around Sara's waist and drew her close. Adam was too engrossed in cartoons to even notice what Sara and Peter were doing.
"Adam! Chad's here!" Jeffery called. Chad Lipinski was Adam's best friend and the boys always hung out together every Saturday.
"Roar!" Chad growled at Adam.
"Roar!" Adam growled back, making Angel scream. Sara soothed her daughter as Peter cleared the dishes. The two boys charged into the house, crashing into things and scaring Angel for the second time.
"Boys! How about if I take you to the park, okay?" Jeffery suggested over the crashing and crying.
"Yeah!" the boys yelled at the same time. Jeffery went upstairs to tell Mark where he was going while Peter put coats on the boys. Sara and Angel went to Sara's room so that she could tend to Angel in a more quiet – and relaxed – area of the house.
"Hey sweetie." Peter greeted her, coming into the room and sat down next to Sara on the bed. She had Angel in her arms and was watching her as she nursed.
"Hi babe." Sara looked up as Peter sat down next to her and looked down at Angel.
"She's gonna look like her mom when she gets older." Peter whispered in Sara's ear, stroking Angel's dark hair. Sara smiled and blushed a bit as Peter kissed her cheek.
"So, where are Adam and Chad?" Sara wanted to know.
"Jeffery drove them to the park." Peter told her, scooting closer to her. Sara smiled and stood up, walking Angel around the room.
"Honey, is something the matter?" Peter asked, looking hurt. Sara shook her head as she blinked tears away. Peter stood up and walked over to Sara. Sara smiled as he slipped a hand under her shirt and rubbed her back, unfastening her bra in the process. Sara put Angel in her crib and followed Peter to the bed, clothes coming off in all directions.
"Beter? Bara? Woub youb comb bere blease?" Mark called, totally congested.
"I'll go." Sara told Peter, sliding off of him and put on her pajamas – an oversized White Stripes t-shirt and plaid boxer shorts. She quietly made her way to the room that Mark and Jeffery shared and poked her head in.
"Yes, Daddy?" Sara inquired, coming into the room – it was completely dark except for the glare of the TV – it was turned to a documentary on alligators.
"Woub youb geb me bom boup, blease?" Mark asked. Sara nodded as she walked over to him – he was in bed, shirtless.
"Sure, Daddy. What kind would you like?" Sara couldn't believe she could understand what Mark was saying.
"Bicken Nooble."
"O-kay. I'll see if we have that kind."
"Bank youb Bara."
"Bo – I mean no problem." Sara kissed his forehead and went to the kitchen – looking for Chicken Noodle Soup. She found a can, poured the soup into a coffee cup and put it in the microwave. That's how Roger – her Dad – would fix her soup when she wasn't feeling good.
"Here you go, Daddy. One coffee cup of Chicken Noodle soup, a couple Aspirin and a glass of Orange Juice." Sara set the contents on a TV tray that was set up next to Mark's bed, kissed Mark's forehead and walked out of the room.
She sighed as she climbed in next to Peter. He was snoozing away – his hair in his eyes. He's so peaceful when he sleeps Sara thought to herself, watching her beloved one sleep as she snuggled next to him and shortly fell asleep herself, dreaming of all the loved ones that weren't here on Earth – Angel, Mimi, Collins and Roger – four of her Daddy's friends gone forever. A question suddenly burned into Sara's mind – who would be the next to go?
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A few hours later, Sara heard Jeffery's hoarse voice and the boys excited ones carrying up the stairs and to the bedrooms. Sara put a pillow over her head as the boys came running up the stairs.
"Adam, Chad – don't bother Sara, Peter, Angel or Mark, okay?" Jeffery told them, stepping into his and Mark's room as the boys bolted for Adam's room.
"We won't Papa, don't worry!" Adam reassured Jeffery as the boys headed to Adam's room, which was across the hall from Sara's. Closing the door, the boys played in Adam's room for the rest of the day.
"Sweetie, could I have your attention for a moment?" Peter asked. Sara sat up and turned over on her side so that she could see her beloved husband.
"Sure." Sara answered him, hoarsely.
"It's a song that I got off of one of your Dad's old albums and I really liked it and I thought you might, too, so here goes.
Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?
I could almost kiss the stars, they're shining so bright
When I see you smiling I go – oh oh oh
I would never want to miss this
'Cause in my heart, I know what this is
This is what dreams are made of
This is what dreams are made of
I've got somewhere I belong
I've got someone to love
This is what dreams are made of." Peter sang. Sara had tears in her eyes as Peter finished. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, not ever wanting to let him go.
"I love you." Sara whispered in his ear.
"I love you, too." Peter whispered back, kissing her neck. Sara couldn't ask for a more caring person than Peter to share her life with.
A/N: don't own the lyrics to What Dreams Are Made Of. belongs to respected owner. 'nuff said
