The Dream Is Not Over

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"Your sleep is going to be all messed up. Try to get a few hours," Lindsey says watching me pace the hallway.

"I can already see daylight. I can't sleep now." I bite the fingernails of one hand, absentmindedly rubbing circles over my bump with the other.

"Okay..." he says with a sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Okay, how about I go downstairs and make breakfast?"

I stop, looking at him. A sly smile appears on my face and his eyes glitter in the semi-darkness. "And have you burn the house down?"

He chuckles, grabbing his chest. "Ouch!"

I giggle. He's such a goofball. "You know you have other talents but cooking isn't one of them yet. I'm sure you could be a Master Chef if you tried."

"Sure...can I at least watch you make breakfast?"

"How is that fun?"

"I always like to watch you. You're beautiful. The way you almost dance your way around...I don't know, I just like it."

"You can be really sweet sometimes," I say, raising up onto my tip toes to kiss him.

He smiles. "Just sometimes?" I nod. "Then shh, don't tell my wife!" he says in a whisper and I giggle again, pushing him away from me.

"On that note, I'm going to make enough food for the four of us."

"Four?"

"You, Me, the baby and Olivia."

"The baby needs her own portion?"

"Don't they say eating for two?"

He laughs and I go downstairs, already knowing what I want to eat- pancakes with fresh blueberries and cream. I might make scrambled eggs too, just because I'm extra hungry. I hear Lindsey coming down the stairs but I don't look up, smiling to myself as I feel him draw near.

I gather my ingredients and begin to mix the batter. Lindsey's eyes never leave me, following me around the room. I stand at the stove, cooking and he sighs.

"Yes?" I ask, knowing he must have something to say. "Is this okay for breakfast? I don't have bacon."

"It's perfect, Steph."

"Are you bored?"

"Not at all. I just think you're amazing."

"You're sweet. My hair is flat and needs done, I'm not wearing any makeup, even my robe is getting too small..."

"None of that matters to me."

"This is why I married you. You always make me feel better."

"Not because I'm good looking?"

"That may be a small part of it," I say and he preens, making me laugh. He motions me over and I lean across the counter to kiss him.

"I love you."

"I love you too." The air changes and I look up, pulling away from Lindsey. Olivia is standing in the doorway. The poor thing still has tears flowing from her eyes.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"You're done, Steph, why don't you talk to her? I can clean up and make plates."

"I was going to make scrambled eggs too."

"I'm sure I can handle that."

"Really?" He nods and I kiss him again. "Thank you." I walk toward Olivia and she seems to shrink, leaning against the door frame. "Do you want to talk?"