You're Mine

chapter 158

Wednesday, 8th February:

Logan: 13; Layla: 7; Leo: 4; Twins: 1; Eleanor: 2

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"Amelia!", Owen said as he tried to wake his shaking wife, who was probably having a nightmare. "Ames?", he repeated, finally getting her to open her eyes. She looked exhausted, but there was something else. Guilt. "Hey, were you having a bad dream?"

"Not really.", the brunette whispered and closed her eyes, looking ashamed now. She opened them again with a loud sigh as she watched her husband get into bed next to her. He had probably just come home from work.

"Okay then, is something else wrong?", the trauma surgeon wondered, opening his arms for her to scoot into. "I've checked on Logan, and he was sleeping peacefully.", he informed her as he waited for her to gather her thoughts.

"I wanted to text Anton after our call yesterday.", Amelia admitted shamefully. She wanted to be honest with him in order to make sure he wouldn't think she was lying to him as much as she was basically cheating on him in her mind.

"So? Did you?", the redhead stayed calm, surprising them both. He figured if she told him she knew it was wrong. He would have loved to see the message, but when they had fallen in love years ago, he had promised her he would never go through her phone, and he had meant it. "That has you shaking in your dreams?", he also wanted to know, quite confused.

"No, I distracted myself with social media.", his wife truthfully replied, watching him close his eyes as he exhaled in relief. "Well, I was able to distract myself when I was awake, but my dream-"

"Was about you fucking him?", Owen questioned, feeling sick to his stomach. If her brain subconsciously mixed together certain thoughts and experiences she had, she had to have thought about sex with Anton before.

"Kinda.", the neurosurgeon answered, looking embarrassed. She was blushing hard, and now he was completely confused. How did somebody kinda sleep with another person in their dreams? "We've had a threesome with him."

"Excuse me, what?", her husband exclaimed, choking on his own spit. His wife let go of him and grabbed the blanket to hide under it, making him laugh now. "So, you were shaking with excitement or what?", he joked. He was confused, but also somewhat amused and at the same time disgusted.

"Owen, leave me alone. I am so embarrassed, you don't even know.", the brunette whined. "You can be glad I told you.", she matter-of-factly reminded him and as he thought about it, he realized she was right.

"You're right. I am very grateful you did, but honestly, how am I supposed to understand that dream?", he unsurely asked. "Is that some wish of you or was it just a fantasy? I don't really see myself sharing you with the daycare teacher of the twins while I kiss him.", he teased, making her groan under the blanket, which caused him to chuckle.

"You weren't just kissing him.", Amelia shyly corrected her husband, peeking at him from under the blanket. "You two were enjoying yourselves and I was mostly just watching.", she pointed out and pouted when he destroyed her hiding spot by pulling the blanket off her body.

"You look so innocent when you pout at me like that.", the trauma surgeon shared, letting her climb back into his arms. "But then you just tell me about your darkest fantasies, and I get reminded of how dirty my wife actually is."

"Stop making fun of me!", she mumbled, still embarrassed and red like a tomato. "It's not nice to mock others.", she complained, hiding her nose in the crook of his neck as she felt him kiss her head while he held her.

"Sorry, it's just kinda funny.", the redhead let her know. "Especially the part of your threesome-dream where I chose to fuck Anton instead of the person I love most.", he added, and she pressed her small body even tighter against his. "Thank you for telling me such an interesting good night story."

"Owen!", the neurosurgeon warned him. "If you don't stop joking around like that, I am going to strangle you!", she scolded her husband, giving him another chance of teasing her.

"Dirty!", Owen laughed, feeling her gently swat his chest. "Okay, I'm done.", he promised. He had had fun, but he didn't want to mock her too much, otherwise she probably wouldn't be honest with him anymore.

"You better be.", his wife sighed, still ashamed. When she didn't get a response anymore, she was confused. "Owen?", she asked, but her questions were answered by soft snoring coming from her husband, making her grin.

At least he fell asleep with a smile on his face and after a good laugh this night and not in pain like last night. The brunette finally closed her own eyes again as well, ready to get at least a few more hours of sleep before she had to get up to get everyone ready for school.