That was when I woke up. I looked next to me, and I saw JC. I was hyperventilating, and then went back to sleep. When I woke up, JC was sitting on the bed, a blank look on his face, and his head in between his knees. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Yeah." He tousles his hair, and then I remember my dream. "JC," I start. "I had a dream last night. In my dream, the baby died." I say. He looks confused. "Baby? What baby?" I get up and walk down the hall. The kids aren't there. "JC, do we have kids?" I ask. He chuckles. "No, this is our first week dating."
