Lauren hardly ever had any dreams at all before this and now they were a daily occurrence. She was beginning to hate them.
This time it had started out fairly nice, she had been performing in front of thousands of people doing what she loves. Suddenly she was thrown in the midst of the crowd with her fans chanting her name, crowding her and yelling for her to sing. Lauren never liked being in the middle of rowdy crowds, her anxiety couldn't take it. The debilitating anxiety she had developed over the past two years wouldn't even let her live in her dreams.
The fans soon began turning against her and became hostile the more time she spent not giving them what they wanted by performing. She couldn't comply because even in the haze of her dream she knew she was missing something important.
Realization struck her like a bag of bricks the moment she heard a babies' harsh cries. It dawned on her she was missing her child. Panicked, she started running. To where, Lauren had no idea. It was like she was stuck on autopilot searching for her lost infant. As she fought her way through the angry crowd she started seeing familiar faces. Taylor, Chris, Tara, people from her label, her friends. She saw the girls screaming and pointing towards the stage but she couldn't understand what they were trying to tell her. She passed her mother and father, who both wore matching expressions of disappointment on their faces. She couldn't dwell on it, she was still searching high and low for that baby.
Lauren felt hopelessness eclipse her emotions which gave way to a tremendous sadness she had never experienced before. It was as though her heart had been ripped from her chest and taken from her. The urge to search for it weighed heavily on her.
"My baby, where's my baby? Please, please, please. He needs me." She cried out in pain when the baby's cries grew louder. She just wanted to go to him and calm him. The amount of distress she was under was immeasurable.
"Lauren!" She could make out a familiar voice but couldn't spot him anywhere.
"Lo, babygirl, wake up. You're dreaming. Lauren? Lauren? Lo?" Ty tried to wake her.
Lauren once again woke up startled and gasping to catch her breath.
"Lauren, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Finally catching her breath she looked up at the naked man she was sharing her bed sheets with. He had a look of panic and concern while his hands performed circular motions on her bare back in a futile effort to calm her.
"You're crying, babygirl." He moved closer to her and raised his hand to clear the tracks of her tears and kissed her face where they had previously fallen. His whispers of 'it's okay' and 'I got you' proved to be way too much for the extremely emotional pregnant girl to handle and she lost it. She lost it completely.
She hadn't cried this hard since she was a child. With her face buried into the crook of his neck she clung to him for dear life. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her tightly and held her.
Ty didn't know what to think much less do. He definitely had no idea he was partly to blame for this beautiful girls distress. He just let her cry all the while still whispering his support and giving her small loving kisses in between her wretched sobs that continued in full force for twenty minutes before she calmed down some.
They stayed that way for close to an hour. Both awake and quiet but still wrapped up in one another. With Ty frequently rubbing her back and placing soft kisses on her.
