A Dream Between Us

A Single Moment

The room was quiet, sunshine peeking over the horizon as it was starting to spill through the window and onto the linoleum floors. However, your gaze was fixed on the woman beside you on the hospital couch sleeping peacefully. You loved her more than you could describe and somehow within a moment, it grew exponentially. Just then, that little 'moment' began to stir beside you. You reached over into the cot and retrieved the tiny infant that was somewhere in between sleep and waking. Her perfect little face scrunched up in displeasure and she wined out. You shushed her gently and brought her closer to you.

"Shh little love. We don't want to wake Mommy up. She hasn't slept in days," you whispered.

There were a few upset grunts, but after a moment of being held, your daughter calmed down and was content just laying in your arms. Her eyes looked deeply into yours. You knew she really couldn't see anything quite yet, but it still made your heart flutter. When she looked at you, all you saw was Miranda. Her eyes were the same shape and color blue and it was just the same stare that Miranda gave you so often, full of adoration. Both of them loved you and you saw it in their eyes.

Miranda softly snored on the couch, drawing out a silent giggle from you. The baby hiccuped and you caressed her cheek. Here you were, living the dream you and Miranda dreamed up all those years ago and you felt tears come to your eyes. You stared at Miranda's sleeping form and let the few tears fall quickly before turning back and smiling down at your daughter.

"You are such a crazy miracle, did you know that?" you whispered, drinking in her presence.

The baby wiggled around in your arms almost as if she was responding. You chuckled again, switching her to a position where her head lay in your hands, bringing her close to your face. You kissed her forehead and met her eyes once more. That Miranda gaze.

"While we wait for Mommy to wake up, would you like to hear a story? It is my favorite in the whole wide world."

The baby hiccupped again and you smiled, laying back and bringing her to rest on your legs instead. You closed your eyes for a moment, remembering.

You opened your eyes and took a deep breath, staring down in the mirror at the back of your locker. There were other constables in the room but their voices were muffled and you felt almost as if you were underwater. The stress of a new job was not kind to your anxiety and you were clenching your fists to keep your hands from shaking.

Fresh from the police academy, you were the newest rookie in the department and felt small. Each day felt hard on you. You weren't sure what possessed you to become a constable, but it had always been one of your dreams and you finally were able to realize that, even if now you were filled with a bit of regret.

There was snickering that came from the other side of the room, pulling you up from the water of your thoughts. You looked and saw a few of the men gathered in the corner of the locker room, staring at you, smiles on their faces. You remained silent and their giggling picked back up again. One leaned forward.

"How are you doing Y/N? Still wanna be with the big boys? You are a delicate little thing," he said with a gross smile on his face. You gritted your teeth and swallowed, unsure of how to respond.

"Leave her alone, idiots."

You turned to look at the doorway and were suddenly even more intimidated. There stood the most beautiful blonde constable, towering over everything. Miranda Hilmarson.You're heart beat heavily in your chest, the mere presence of her excited you every time you saw her. You wish you could say it was because she was your hero, but you knew it wasn't that. 

"You're such a killjoy, Hilmarson," the male constable griped. They all seemed to grumble as they got up and went to the doorway, pushing into Miranda and knocking her around as they left.