Another Life

Part 19

I woke up, gasping for air, my heart pounding like it was trying to escape my chest. Sweat clung to my skin, soaking through the sheets. My eyes darted around the room, taking in the familiar shadows and moonlight streaming through the window. It was just a dream. A fucking nightmare.

But it felt so real.

I'd seen Jean standing there, telling me she was pregnant. The fear in her eyes, the way she ran off, and me searching for her like a madman in the mansion. The cold terror in my gut, the thought of her out there somewhere, scared and alone...

"Logan?"

Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, soft and filled with concern. I turned my head, and there she was, Jean, cradling my shoulders, her green eyes searching mine in the dim light. "What's wrong?" She asked, her hand moving to touch my face.

I exhaled, trying to shake the feel of horror still clinging to me. "Bad dream," muttering under my breath, my voice rough, the words catching in my throat. "Real bad one."

She scooted closer, her warmth radiating against my side, her hand gently stroking my cheek. "Tell me," she whispered. "What did you dream about?"

I hesitated, the images from the dream flashing through my mind again. I'd don't want to say it out loud, didn't want to give it any more power than it already had. But the way she looked at me, so full of care and understanding...I couldn't keep it from her.

"You were pregnant," I said. "And then you...left. Just disappeared. I couldn't find you anywhere. You were gone." My hands clenched into fists on my lap, the fear still fresh, like a wound that couldn't heal.

Jean's face softened, her eyes filling with a sadness I didn't expect. "Logan," she said so lightly. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

I nodded, trying to force myself to believe her words. "I know," the words felt hollow as the escaped my lips. "Just felt so fucking real. Like I could almost reach out and...I don't know...I don't want to lose you, Jean."

"You won't," she said firmly, "I'm not leaving, Logan. Not now not ever. I'm right here, I'm staying right here. With you."

I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. "Yeah," I muttered.

Jean shifted, slowly moving to sit on my lap. "You're not alone," she said softly. Her eyes staring into my soul.

I nodded again, bringing my face closer to her's. The darkness making her red hair darker than usual. I wrapped my hands around her waist securing her closer to my body. The silence between us was simple, comforting almost. I leaned forward placing a kiss on her delicate lips. She embraced our moment, rolling her hips, back and forth. Our lips over lapping each other, her tongue swirls in my mouth causing a sensation through my entire body. Jean was healing me, she didn't even have to talk, just her presence was enough for me.

My hands traveled up her shirt, gripping her breasts tightly. I fell back, Jean straddling my hips. My fingers moving to her hips me to by her buttocks.

She pulled back smiling at me, "You okay now?"

"Oh I'm more than okay." Kissing her deeper until we could barely breathe. Our movements driving away the last remnants of the nightmare. The fear still lingering, but almost erased. It didn't feel overwhelming anymore. Not with her, not with her on top of me, our bodies so close.