Sweet Dreams are made of these

Chapter three: feeling as Mad as a hatter

It had taken five minutes for Sara to control the heaving, she had near enough emptied her stomach before hand but she couldn't help the heaving or the sobs that raked her body. Greg held the small bucket he had found in the corner and stroked Sara's back. Slowly after the heaving stopped Greg placed the bucket down and helped Sara resettle back against the pillows, he went to sit in the chair but Sara clung to his hand and made him sit beside her. Greg's arms went around her and he pulled her tightly against him.

"I'm sorry baby; I didn't mean to bring it back up" Greg offered as Sara shook against him. She didn't know what hurt the most… that she couldn't remember anything or that she and Greg lost a child.

Sara was shocked at how much she enjoyed Greg holding her… the strength. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that something still wasn't right. That being with Greg wasn't completely real but the more she tried to remember the more fuzzy it became.

Finally she pulled her head back when it seemed Greg was unwilling to release her, she glanced up at his youth face and noticed for the first time how tired he looked but different in so respect. Though still youthful and handsome there was sadness about him… it was loss and heart ache. But the loving look he gave her made Sara think that the sadness was for his present job. Death had a way to make you look sad.

"It wasn't your fault" she offered and Greg grinned at her and pressed his lips to her forehead. A small gesture that sent tingles up and down her spine.

Greg Sanders had matured he had grown up. A voice chimed in Sara's head but she screwed her eyes shut and rested her head back on his chest. The voice broke through her fuzzy memory and she didn't want it.

"Well as long as you admitted that… I don't really want to be in the dog house" Greg offered causing Sara to smile and shake her head. That's when she remembered the kicking, it had stopped when she threw up but now after Greg spoke the baby was kicking.

She pulled back and pressed her hand gently on the area the baby was kicking… their baby.

Sara didn't dare look at him but she sighed when he placed a hand over hers… Sara took hold his hand and pressed it against the repeated kicking in her abdomen. Greg chuckled and rested against her.

"It's only when you talk the baby seems to do that" Sara declared glancing up at Greg who was grinning at her pregnant belly. Then he flickered his hazel eyes to hers and Sara almost gasped at the love she saw in them… the love and content. Greg was happy with her and their baby… he was truly happy.

"Well mister bump there takes after his daddy" Greg offered causing Sara to stare at him. A boy, they were having a boy. Sara ran a hand across her stomach again stopping when she made contact with Greg's hand, noticing the wedding band on her his finger and the matching one on her own.

"A boy" she questioned and Greg nodded a goofy grin stealing across his face "yep, Greg Sanders JR" he declared causing Sara to snort without thought. She blushed when Greg gave her a hurt look but he's still twinkled.

"I may be having some problems with my memory but even I would say no to that" Sara declared wishing she hadn't when the smile faulted on Greg's face. Sara felt tears spring to her eyes and pulled her hand away from Greg turning her face away. What was she doing, that voice cutting through her fuzzy memory. But Greg's hand held hers once more and he forced her to look at him his own tears glistening.

"Sara we're going to figure this out… we'll fix it. I love you too much… you and mister bump are my world and I will do everything and anything to make sure I never lose either one of you" Greg declared… his words and tone making tears spill down Sara's cheek.

She had never had someone so in love with her… so protective over her. But how Greg looked how he spoke… he loved her and she couldn't doubt that, but how did feel. She didn't know honestly but as she looked at him she couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach that wasn't due to the baby.

Sara buried her against Greg's chest not wanting to be left again… at least not by him. Tiredness stole over her and she drifted back to sleep against her husband's chest. Sara smiled at that last thought.

Short I know but it was just the bridge to get you across to what Sara really dreams.