Mathias found his way to apartment 206 and knocked on the door, adjusting his tie as he waited for Lovise to answer. At least, he hoped that Lovise would be the one to answer. He had made it in just under twenty minutes, so he was sure that Lovise would be overjoyed.

Lovise answered the door. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and tears streaked her face. She was wearing an oversized sweater and yoga pants. She quickly pulled him into the apartment and threw herself into his arms as soon as the door was shut and locked. For a straight minute, she hugged him, taking in his scent and everything. Oh, how she longed for him, for a night with him.

"How are you holding up?" Mathias asked her, rubbing her back. He quickly noticed that she was not wearing a bra and had to distract himself to keep from getting excited over that quick fact. Now was not the time to get excited over such perverted things. "How is Lara?"

It was as if Lovise was just remembering that she had a sister. She pulled away from Mathias with wide eyes. "I should probably go and introduce you, shouldn't I?" she asked, frowning. Her hand reached down and grabbed his. "I'm so glad that you actually came, Mathias. I'm so nervous and worried and scared and-"

"I'm here now," Mathias said. "So calm down and let me help you."

"Right," Lovise said with a nod before leading him to the living room where Lara sat on the couch, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest. Lara had obviously been crying just as much as Lovise, if not more. "Lara, this is Mathias. He's my therapist."

"What can he do for me?" Lara miserably asked. She fell over onto the couch and squeezed her eyes shut. "Unless if he's a time-traveller, he can't do anything!" she whined.

"Ignore her," Lovise sighed. "You're mostly here for my benefit." She was quiet for a moment. "Do I need to pay you for this?"

"We'll keep it between us," Mathias answered. "You'll just owe me a date or something later."

Lovise perked up a bit at the mention of a date. "That sounds good." Her hand squeezed Mathias's as she sat next to her sister. She pulled Mathias down next to her. "Lara, Leon will be here soon to pick you up. You can't go while looking like this."

Lara groaned. "I don't care what I look like," she sighed. "And he won't either. Trust me. We're just renting movies and going back to his place." Her violet eyes then wandered over to Mathias, taking a good, long look at him. "Oh, Lo, he's even cuter than you let on!"

The older sister's face turned bright red. "Shut up," she mumbled. She looked over at Mathias. "It's not like I talk about you all the time," she quickly explained.

"Oh, yes you do!" Lara giggled. "Mathias, she's infatuated with you! It's so cute!"

"Shut up!" Lovise snapped, grabbing a throw pillow and whacking Lara over the head with it. "Go get ready for your date with Leon!"

Lara rubbed at her head but left the room to do as told.

Lovise turned back to Mathias. "Honestly, I was in a panic when I called you over here. I don't know why I did it. You probably think I'm pretty stupid, huh? It's just that you're the only person I wanted at the moment, and…"

Mathias didn't let her finish the sentence. He softly pressed his lips to hers for a moment and then pulled away. "Don't apologize. You're not stupid, Lovise."

She smiled shyly at him. "Lara has a date with her boyfriend, but I just didn't want to be alone."

"I don't blame you," he simply answered. "After getting news like that, who would?" He put an arm around her and allowed her to fall into his embrace, smiling. "You're so strong, but even the strongest of us have weaknesses." Mathias pressed his lips to her temple and chuckled. "It's time you let me support you for once."

"Yes," Lovise softly agreed. "I will let you support me tonight." She wrapped her arms around his muscular torso and smiled. "But only if you're willing."

"If I wasn't willing, I wouldn't have risked my job tonight by coming here," Mathias answered.

"True," Lovise sighed. "I feel bad that you're risking so much just to comfort me for one night, though." She frowned but tried to hide her face so he wouldn't see. "I'm not worth risking your career over."

"You're worth everything to me," Mathias told her, smiling. "Trust me on that. You're everything I've ever wanted."

"How can you be so sure of that?"

"Trust me on this," he answered. "I just know."

.

Lara left about a half hour later, leaving Lovise and Mathias alone in the apartment. Lovise didn't mind it, but she just hoped that Mathias wasn't uncomfortable. She kept her space from him and offered him snacks every ten minutes.

"Why are you acting so strangely?" Mathias finally asked. "I'm sure you've had Berwald in your apartment before, correct?"

"Yeah, well this is different," Lovise explained, trying to find something to focus on other than Mathias's beautiful face. "I mean, I liked Berwald, but I didn't have a connection with him like the one I have with you."

"Oh?" Mathias asked, standing up and walking over to her. "And what kind of connection do we have?"

"Even though you haven't, I feel as if we're so close that you've seen me at my worst before," Lovise softly answered, looking up into his eyes. "But that's impossible, isn't it?" She stared at his lips for a moment. "Mathias, we're not even a couple, but I feel as if we've been together for years. No, not years, more like centuries. With every passing session with you, the bond feels stronger, and I can't explain it. I just feel like you already know everything about me. So what's the point in seeing you as a therapist anymore? Why can't I just see you as a significant other instead?"

Mathias smiled at that. "Why not?" he asked. "I wouldn't mind that." He leaned in a little more. "Lovise, what makes you feel like you've known me for centuries? You know that's impossible, right?"

"Something about those dreams I've been having," Lovise softly said. "Please don't call me crazy, but I'm starting to think that they're all just past lives I've had with you, as if I'm just destined to be with you in this life because we've been together all those other lives. But if those past lives are actually real, would you remember them as well?"

"I do," Mathias answered.

Lovise's eyes widened. "You what?" she asked him. "I don't understand. What do you mean you remember them?"

"Astrid was our first child together," Mathias answered. "After she died, you nearly did as well. It worried me. No matter how many more children we had after her, it was never the same. No one could ever replace our perfect little girl."

"Mathias, please stop messing around with me," she softly said. "This isn't funny. What if this is a serious mental condition of mine?"

"But it's not," Mathias told her. "We go through this in every life."

Lovise's eyes filled with tears. "Mathias, please!" she begged. "I can't do this! You can't just spring this upon me!"

"You're the one who brought it up," Mathias calmly stated.

She shook her head vigorously. "Past lives don't exist!" she nearly shouted. "Stop encouraging the crazy ideas in my head!" Lovise gripped both sides of her head as if she had a splitting headache. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why am I doing what to you?" Mathias asked.

"Why are you here?" she asked, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.

"I'm here because you asked me to come," he explained. "If you would like me to leave, I will." He turned to head for the door, but she gripped his arm with a surprising amount of strength.

"No," she simply said. "I don't want you to leave." Her eyes pleaded with him. "Mathias, I can't let you leave like this. Not like this."

"Then what would you like me to do?" Mathias asked her. "I am here at your command, and I will leave at your command."

Lovise held her breath. "Do you love me?" she asked him. "If you really mean it about those past lives, I want you to prove it to me."

"How can I prove it?" Mathias asked her.

"Come with me to my bedroom and prove it," Lovise told him. "Make love to me the same way you do in my dreams of past lives. If it's the same, then I'll believe you."

His eyes widened. "You realize what you're asking me to do, right?" he asked. "What you're asking you therapist to do?" He began to feel panicked. Mathias was definitely not ready for something like this, but he thought back to the way she liked it in all the other lives. "But if you insist, then I will. I will prove to you that I wasn't making fun of you and that you were correct."

Lovise tugged the oversized sweater up over her head, revealing her breasts. Though they were roughly a C-cup, they were bigger than they were in most lives. She unbuttoned Mathias's shirt and pressed their bare chests together. A smile crossed her face when she felt Mathias shudder with desire. Her lips pressed to Mathias's as she smiled at him and jumped into his arms.

Mathias caught her. "Where is your bedroom?" he asked against her lips.

"Last door on the left in the hallway," she said before going back to kissing him. "And remember, you have to do it just how I remember it from my dreams."

"Roger that, babe," Mathias told her before taking her to her room, eager to prove to her that he was being honest.

.

Lovise laid in bed next to Mathias, panting to catch her breath. She was wrapped in her sheets, lying next to him. "M-Mathias," she stuttered out.

"Yes?" he asked.

"I believe you," she softly said. "I believe that you're right about the past lives. You proved it. You made love to me the way you knew I liked it. I didn't have to tell you where any of my turn-on spots were. You even managed to hit my G-spot every time. How did you do that?"

"Centuries of practice, my love," Mathias answered.

"Well you just gave me the best sex I've ever had," Lovise sighed out, rolling over to look at him. "You are amazing…" Her breathing had finally gone back to normal, but her heart was still beating rapidly. "So I take it I should go to a different therapist?"

"Or accept my services after hours for free?" Mathias suggested. "Lovise, I love you. I have for centuries. Please be mine. Let me be your boyfriend."

Lovise pretended to think about it. "Of course I will," she told him. She rolled on top of him and kissed him passionately. "I love you, Mathias Køhler. Be mine forever."

"We'll be good for each other," Mathias told her. "I can help you with anything you're going through, and you'll be there for me to love."

"That doesn't sound like such a fair trade," Lovise told him, frowning. "I mean, you'll be helping benefit me, but what do you get out of it?"

"The love of my lives," Mathias told her.

"You sound like such a sap," Lovise teased.

"Get used to it," Mathias assured, "because there's more where that came from." He smiled at her and kissed her neck, causing her to unleash a moan. "Those noises are like music to my ears."

Lovise giggled. "You are wonderful."

"And you are everything," Mathias assured her.

.

That night, Lara came home to find Lovise and Mathias on the couch, discussing his puppy and looking at pictures of her on his phone. She had a hand on her stomach and her other hand clutching Leon's.

"Is everything okay?" she asked her sister.

"Everything is perfectly fine," Lovise answered, smiling up at her sister. "Mat was able to calm me down. I see you brought Leon." She gestured to Leon. "Leon, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Mathias."

Leon shyly waved to Mathias. "Nice to meet you. I'm Lara's boyfriend, Leon."

Lara blushed. "I quit my job," she told Lovise. "But I'm going to find a new one."

"I think my office is hiring another receptionist," Mathias told her. "I could put in a good word for you, if you'd like."

"How about it, Lara?" Lovise asked. "You could work with Mathias and just answer phones and help make appointments. It wouldn't be hard work while you're pregnant or anything."

Lara smiled. "Thanks, Mathias. I'll put in an application tomorrow."

"And I'll rig it for you," Mathias said with a wink.

Lovise leaned back into Mathias's arms as the four of them spent the rest of the evening chatting and laughing with each other as if they were all old friends. And who knew, maybe they all were in some life?