Until The End Of Time

Chapter Fifteen

Leann's POV:

The doll was wearing white and red converse sneakers. Wow, this is starting to get really freaking scary. Marie looks exactly like me, her last name is Andrews, and she gave me a doll that looks exactly like me but it is wearing white and red converse sneakers. I hit myself in the face with the doll to see if I was dreaming. After hitting myself about ten times in the face, I opened my eyes to still see the doll in my hand. This was not a dream. This is real life. Everything was true. Marie, the doll, everything, it's all true. My heart began to race as thoughts of the future filled my brain. Marie had mentioned that maybe I would hand this doll down to my daughter one day. I have never really thought about having a child before but now since Marie brought it to my attension, I began to think about it. Soon one day I would be living in a house waking up in the morning to my husband sleeping beside me. I would soon one day look down at my left hand to see a wedding ring around my ring finger. I would hear the sound of my children downstairs laughing and playing together. I would kiss my husband good morning as we made our coffee and read the newspaper. The married life seems like a dream come true. Today, Marie made me realize that I have always wanted a daughter. I have always wanted to have spa days with her getting our nails and toes done. I want to be the kind of mother that I have always wanted growing up. And that's what I shall be.

Bryan's POV:

It has been about an hour since Leann messaged me on Facebook, I wonder what happened. I wanted to tell her that I had a dream last night, but she had to go. I couldn't take it anymore, I decided to call her cell phone. It rang about 3 times before she answered.

Leann's POV:

I heard my cell phone ring from upstairs and I ran up the stairs to answer it. It was Bryan. 

"Hullo?" I asked.

"Leann, it's Bryan! I had a dream last night."

"What was it about?"

"Well, I couldn't really understand it as much," he mumbled, "um... well... it was about us, supposively in our 20s. But, like I was saying, we were at a coffee shop in town enjoying cups of expresso as we discussed our past. We went down memory lane to the first day we met. That day in homeroom when I first moved here. You were in the back of the room with your head down as I walked over towards the desk. The minute I saw you, I knew that you were the one for me. I just had to go after you. We both laughed at the table as we then sipped our expressos. We talked about our past dates that we had and the dreams we had. How we traveled to London after high school and moved into a house back at home. Everything was perfect for us." he had replied.

"Can't wait!" I said laughing. "I got to go, I have another call coming through. I love you, are plans are still up for tonight, right?"

"Yep, I can't wait. I love you to! See you at 8:00!"

**END OF CALL**

I answered the incomming call to an unknown number.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Miss Carter?" the woman asked, "My daughter gave me this number and told me to ask for Leann."

My jaw dropped. I was actually talking to Bryan's real mom.

"Um yes, you can call me Leann. You must be Bryan's mom, Mrs. Andrews?"

"Yes, how do you know Bryan?"

"He is my boyfriend, we have been together for a year and a half now."

"My Bryan, your his girlfriend? How did you meet my daughter?"

"She is my neighbors granddaughter, you must be her daughter."

"Uh yeah, how is Bryan, I miss him so much! I can't sleep at night knowing that he is gone. Is he still with Nancy?"

"Yes he is, he is still living there. He misses you more than you think he does."

Our conversation went on for hours. I told her about our relationship and how Bryan and I had these strange dreams that told us what would happen in our future. She had told me that she remembers him having strange dreams when he was a child. She was like my second mom. I can't believe that I found her. I had one question on my mind though. I took a deep breath as I opened my mouth.

"Bryan told me that he was.... um.." 

"What is it sweetheart?"

I hesitated as I replied, "He told me that as a child... he was abused, by you and his dad."