I had this weird dream where I was buried alive in a coffin. I know that it’s just a dream, but it still freaks me out. What’s scary is that the fact that you’re all alone and it was totally dark. Then I felt like the top of the coffin was moving towards me, creating less room to breath. I started to panic and gasp for air, but there’s nothing I can do. Just as the top started to press against my chest, my eyes shot open. I woke up and startled at the sight of Andy’s face inches too close to mine. He had this huge grin that used to mean something, and it still does have a meaning. “Good morning.”
“Please don’t.” I ‘murmured softly,
He dropped himself on top of me and planted sloppy kisses all over me, “Happy birthday!” He mumbled between kisses, “I know you hate me doing this to you, but I’ll always do this!”
I groaned, “Get off me!”
“Happy birthday!” He cried again, “I’m the first to say wish you happy birthday!”
“That’s great!” I said halfheartedly,
“Come on, party pooper! When’s the last time we celebrate your birthday together?”
“You expect me to keep track of everything?” I retorted,
He chuckled, “Do you know what I always say to you?”
“Happy birthday, baby sis! I love you and I know you love me too because you’re sworn to love me.” I mimicked the way he talks and I think I did a pretty good job at it,
His face fell, ‘That wasn’t even close, but I like that.”
Stella came running in and climbed on top, “Appy burfday! I wove youuu!”
I pulled her to my chest and wrapped her around with my arms, “I love you too.”
I could feel her little fingers under my chin, “Daddy woves you too.”
My heart kind of skipped a beat and I could feel Andy smiling down at me, “I know.” I finally said,
“This is great. My two little girls.” Andy bragged gushingly, “Wow. I have two little girls.”
I coiled my arm around his neck, pulling him closer and hid my face on his comfortable chest. I felt Stella climbed my back and squeezed between us. I was kind enough to make room for her. I could feel Andy stroking my back soothingly and his calm breaths. I really love doing this with him and I am not ashamed to admit it. “It’s been a while since I saw you.”
“Me too, kiddo.” I could feel him smiling, “It’s been a while.”
“I guess being an ocean apart has an advantage.”
“What?”
“Have you ever noticed how rare our fights are getting? I hope that it gets to the point where we stop for good.”
He chuckled, “But there’s always something to fight over about.”
“But you said that fighting is a bad thing to do.” Stella interjected,
“It is. Don’t get into fights.”
“But why do you fight?”
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The Foster Kid (Part 6) (A Foster The People Fan Fiction)
FanficAlly bumped into someone she would never expect. It's back to being a peacemaker again, which she kind of hates. Thanks to the guys, she got to embrace the fact that being a peacemaker is an advantage.
