The bathroom and the sewing room were between them and the Teller's room. It was almost private. By the time bedtime came around, Sean was truly tired and felt more than a little ill. But he wasn't really surprised with all he had forced himself to eat.
The bed was nice, a firm and pleasant queen sized bed with a brass headboard. They crawled into bed. They had been kissing so much that whole day that Sean had to restrain himself from kissing her goodnight.
After the house was dark and Sean was asleep, Molly sat up in bed, struggling to absorb the day. She saw a little girl there, perhaps four years old. She was adorable. "How did you get in here," Molly asked?
"You will make me. I am to be your daughter."
Molly stared at her. "My daughter?"
The girl nodded. "Yours and Sean's. You must make me, tonight."
"Why tonight?"
"If you do, you two will save the world. If you do not, you will die."
"Die?"
"Both of you. Real soon. Tonight is your only chance to save yourselves and to save the world."
"How does getting pregnant with you save Sean and me?"
"You will know, but you must start me now. Otherwise it will be too late." The girl pointed to Molly and Sean on the floor. Molly was lying face down, wearing her blue dress, her back riddled with gunshot wounds. Sean was in a white shirt and an old, narrow and hideously ugly grey paisley tie. He was flopped over her with one bullet shot through his head. "You can't lie to yourself. Inside, you know what you must do."
Then she was suddenly lying in bed, her eyes looking at the ceiling. Sean was gently snoring. They were alone in the room.
The dreams never lied, she thought. She turned on the night light and enjoyed the sight of his muscled and scarred chest. She took her bra off. She didn't understand the dreams, but they always told her what to do. She slid her panties down and kicked them away and climbed back in bed and began idly stroking those very sexy scars. He stirred, a little groggy and confused.
She put his powerful hands to her bosoms and squeezed. His hands found the nipples and began to circle them gently. She raced with pleasure inside. She kicked the covers away and straddled him, tugging his boxers down. Then she took his firm manhood in her hand as she stroked herself until the dews ran. Once they were both ready, she guided him to target and rode him, panting and loving every moment. Her mind raced. Missionary position with her pelvis elevated was supposed to have the highest chance of achieving pregnancy. She rolled over and put her pillow under her hips, guiding him on top, and then curling her legs around him to drive him in. "More, harder, more, more, oh yes, yes, yes."
Finally his seed flowed into her garden. She held him close, kissing him. Then she happily dozed off.
When she woke in the morning, he was looking out the window at the goats and the horses. It was a frosty morning. Jake and Ruth were out milking and tending the goats, their breath fogging. She wrapped his shirt around herself and stood by him. Without looking at her, he said, "You wouldn't believe the dream I had last night."
She smiled at him. "Want to dream some more?"
"It all happened?"
She nodded, tugging him back to bed.
After, he looked at her. "Why now?"
She whispered, "We have to have a baby or the Aliens will kill us."
"What?"
"I had a dream. She was very clear. If you don't make me pregnant right now, we both die and they take over."
"She?"
"Our daughter."
"How do they kill us?"
"I saw us shot to death."
"It was a dream." He shrugged. "I'm not complaining. That wedding album. It is how I want things to be, my dream. Since Allenville, I have really just wanted to be with you and to have a family with you. But it was a dream."
"All of my dreams have come true. You know that."
There was a knock at the door. It was Ruth. "If you two lovebirds are through with your morning festivities, I made up those eggs for breakfast. Come and get it."
Molly smiled. "Just let us toss something on."