You And Me Against The World | ✅

Chapter 92

I wake up with a start and breathe heavily. It's dark in the room and for a second I'm not sure if I'm awake. I sit up in the bed and Tobias groans next to me. Only now I realize he had his arm draped over me.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice thick with sleep.

"Nightmare," is all I say. Honestly, I don't know what that was.

"You okay?" he asks sitting up as well.

"Yeah, babe, go back to sleep. I'll just go downstairs and drink a glass of warm milk," I say and try to get up, but he holds me back.

"You do realize I know when you're not telling me something," he says serious.

"What makes you say that?"

"The tone of your voice. Whatever you dreamed scared you. Also, I can feel your rapid pulse," he says and only now I realize he is holding my wrist.

"Tobias, what the hell?" I say and yank my hand away. I get up and put my fuzzy slippers on. I turn on the light to make sure I won't trip and fall, but the moment the room is filled with the soft light I shut my eyes, needing them to get accustomed to the brightness.

"Tris, don't get mad. I didn't mean to check your pulse. I just grabbed your wrist and felt it," he says defensively.

"Can't I just have a nightmare and be a bit scared about it? I doubt that's so unusual," I say a little bitchy. Calm down, Tris, your hormones are getting the better of you.

"Sweetheart, I'm just worried," he says and gets up. He has pants on.

"You weren't wearing those," I say pointing at his PJ pants.

"I woke up and put them on," he explains. I nod. I turn around and walk toward the door. I open it and turn on the lights in the hallway. I make my way to the stairs and Tobias immediately grabs my hand in his.

"I can walk on my own," I say unfriendly.

"I know, but I don't want you to trip," he says. I don't protest since he is right. It doesn't hurt if he's there to hold my hand. We walk into the kitchen and Tobias turns on the light there. I take the milk out of the fridge and warm myself a glass.

"Do you want one too?" I ask and he nods.

Once our milk is ready we go back upstairs and just sit in our bed under the covers sipping the warm beverage. I know he is dying for me to say something, but I just don't know if I should. I just dreamed that Marcus Eaton was dead.

"Baby, tell me how I can help you," he says and I look at him. I close my eyes and sigh. I don't want to fight with him. It's not worth it. I set my glass on the nightstand and turn to look at my husband.

"It's better I show you," I say and he nods. "Before I do however, this can mean nothing at all. It can be a trick of my mind," or wishful thinking. "Don't take it more serious than it is," I say and he nods although he looks confused. I don't blame him. I take his hand in mine and we both close our eyes. I concentrate on the dream and as soon as the little boy, my son, appears I feel myself calming down. I let Tobias see everything I've seen. When we reach the part where Marcus's name is revealed on the tomb stone I open my eyes and he follows my example.

"That was Marcus's tomb," he says and looks away. I know he hates his father for what he did to him, but I'm sure a part of him also cares for him. I remember how bad he felt after Marcus got shot. I knew that it wasn't just because he was a suspect at first or because of the argument he had with Evelyn back then. Seeing the tomb of his own father must be triggering something in him because he remains quiet for a long while.