Holy...stinkin'...cheese. I'M UPDATING! How insane is that? Well, it's been bugging me lately. I'm sorry for taking so long. I just need to finish some of my stories, and this is third on the list...this story will have 20 chapters, so only a few more to go.
My goal is to finish it before May. I've got so many other stories on top of this one so don't expect another update too soon! Enjoy?
"Okay, just make sure you check his diaper every half an hour." Carly warned, shuffling through the diaper bag. "Here's his favorite toy and here's his bottle and his binky and—"
"Carls! I know how to take care of Dylan." Sam said slowly, tossing the stuff her best friend had handed her onto the couch.
"Okay, I trust you."
"Probably your first mistake…"
"Sam!" Carly shrieked, grabbing her friend's shoulders and shaking her. "Don't let anything happen to him!"
"Carly, Carly, calm down, I'm kidding, I won't let anything happen to him." the blonde assured her.
Carly took a deep breath and kissed the sleeping baby on the forehead before heading for the front door. She pulled Sam in for a quick hug and waved. "Love you, see you later!"
And then there was a closed door between them.
"Carly!" she screamed, sitting up straight in her bed. She was met with pitch blackness and she took a deep breath.
"Sam, calm down, it was just a dream." Freddie whispered, also sitting up.
"I-I know."
"Sam your nightmares have been getting way too frequent. When'd you start having them?"
The room flooded with light when Freddie turned on the bedside lamp and Sam turned away from it.
"A little while after…the accident." She replied burying her face in her knees as tears streamed down her face.
"I think you should see someone about this—"
"A shrink. You want me to see a shrink?" Sam scoffed, jumping out of the bed. Freddie's white button-down shirt rode up on her thighs but she pushed the hem down. She tugged at a strand of her curly hair and sniffed. "Think again, buster!"
"Just so we can find out what's going on." he pleaded, pulling on a pair of black pajama pants.
He crossed around the bed and wrapped his arms around her.
"No," she said, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest.
"Then we'll postpone the wedding."
"Wait, what?"
Freddie let go of her and walked over to the bedroom's double doors. "I'm gonna go check on Dylan."
"Freddie…"
"Sam, I want nothing more than to make the two of you happy. I also want you to be safe. I don't think all these nightmares are safe for you, or for Dylan. At least go to a therapist and find out why your nightmares are so frequent. You had two of them yesterday. Baby, I'm just worried."
He left the room with a quick, pleading glance her way, and she broke. She didn't want him to worry. That would bring on some major stress. And that might cause him to get a stress wart. Sam didn't want to marry a Lewbert.
Freddie chuckled as Dylan continued to explain the dream he had the night before. He poured some cereal into the boy's bowl and then added some milk.
"…and then it exploded!" Dylan cheered, grin plastered on his small face and brown eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Wow that sounded like it was an awesome dream, dude!"
"It was! I bet it could be the seventh Galaxy Wars movie. Can you make it a movie?"
"I'll get right on that." Freddie winked.
Sam stumbled into the room and rubbed her eyes. Her vision hadn't cleared, still blurred as she tried to make herself some coffee.
"Here," Freddie held up a mug for her.
"Thank you," she said hoarsely, blowing on it softly.
He pecked her forehead and shook Dylan's shaggy brown hair, grabbing his black blazer. "I'll see, you two, later."
"What about me? Don't forget about me!"
Marcus ran up to Freddie and gripped the front of his shirt, fake sobbing into his chest.
"Dude, get off me. How'd you even get in here?"
Marcus let go and jerked his head toward Suzie as she strutted into the kitchen. She threw an arm around Sam and held her close to her, smoothing out her blonde hair. "What did you do to her, you sleazy, little—?"
"Watch it, babe, there are children in the room." her husband warned with a smirk.
"I didn't do anything; she just had a bad night. I'm off to work, you're coming with me today, and you're not skipping out again. Oh, and Suzie, take a break from planning the wedding." Freddie spun Marcus around and pushed him toward the front door.
"What, why," Suzie gasped, following him.
"Because, the wedding is postponed until further notice." The brunette stated and left the house, pulling Marcus out behind him by his ear.
"Sam, what's going on?" Suzie asked in a motherly tone, silently telling her best friend to spill everything.
"He wants me to see a therapist about my nightmares, and won't marry me because I refused. How much of a jerk could he be?" the woman whined, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Actually, I kinda agree with him—"
"Suzie!" Sam gaped at her.
"What? Look, as long as I've known you, I know you've had a lot of nightmares. And you've been having them nightly now? Instead of every other week or whenever you were reminded of them? I don't think that's safe, honey."
"I know…I just don't wanna see a shrink!"
"Think about it this way: if you see a therapist about this, you're protecting yourself and Dylan. You said you'd do anything for Dylan. Would you grant him this one wish?"
"Are you girls talking about me?" Dylan grinned, bouncing into the room.
"Yes, yes, we are. Come here, little man." Suzie lifted him onto her hip and he wrapped his arm around the back of her neck while the other played with a lock of her blonde hair. "Dylan, do you love your Momma?"
"Yes," the boy replied with a fast nod.
"Do you want your Momma to be happy?"
"Yes."
"Do you think she should ask a doctor about her nightmares?"
"You have nightmares?" Dylan asked, eyes wide.
"Everyone has nightmares, kid, but don't worry, mine are nothing to worry about; I'm fine." Sam assured him.
Dylan pushed off Suzie and ran to his mother. "I don't want you to be sad, momma, please go see the rapist."
Suzie snickered. "No, sweetie, it's the therapist."
Dylan nodded and turned back to Sam.
"Fine, I'll see a therapist."
"Yay!" the boy cheered and reached out for a hug.
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