Remembering the dream.

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As I hurried to get Julian and care for him my mind raced at the thought of the dream. I was flushed in the face and sweat beaded off my forehead. Julian was wet and hungry. I quickly changed my train of thought to be able to care for his needs. Cleaning him up in a quick bath since he wet through his diaper and jammies. Dressing him quickly and feeding him breakfast and readying his diaper bag was a task. Putting on cartoons so I could do just that. Julian loved blues clues and Scooby doo. Distraction hit me while I placed diapers in Julians bag.
Thoughts of Martin danced in my head. In my dream he came to my house while Julian was visiting his dad and I made dinner for Martin and I. His favorite steak and potatoes. Candles on the table light up as he walked in. The house smelt heavenly from the scent of the food that was cooked.
Before sitting to eat I quickly hugged him. He caught my lips in a passionate slow kiss and electricity ran through my whole body. Having to push away from him before dinner was ruined so we could eat was hard to do. We sat to eat and we laughed and giggled about things we told each other about growing up.
I asked if he would like dessert and he said yes. I asked which would he would like since I got two of his favorites. Chocolate cake and a pie. He laughed huskily and said you for my dessert.
He stood and came near me bending down to kiss me again I a heated more urgent kiss this time. I could barely stand to deepen the kiss myself. My legs were jello. I stood hastily and deepened the kiss. Then he did something I never thought he would and swept the table clear of its contents after blowing the candles out. He lifted me and sat me on the table and was instantly between my legs....

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