Previously...
I sighed. "Will we ever forget this without telling anyone?"
"I don't--" she was cut-off by a cry.... a baby's cry.
I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, sitting up and looking around.
"--get 'er up," I heard Kirstie's voice, not beside me, no, but... above me? "Scotty? Sco..."
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*Scott's POV*
My eyes flew open immediately at the sound of the two voices. The first thing I saw was her gorgeous face.
"How are you feeling.." I asked almost absent-mindedly, but at the same time seriously. What just happened? I'm in the same bed, but it was morning and we weren't alone in the room. There was another person.
She giggled at my drowsiness, wiping dried up drool off my face that I didn't even notice. "I'm perfectly fine, baby. I should be asking you that," she said with her perfect crooked grin.
"I'm.. I'm fine... I heard a baby's cry.." I replied, oblivious to anything that's supposed to be happening right now.
I was giggled at again by Kirstie, this time she broke out into a real laugh. She moved away from my face to clutch her stomach.
"What's funny... I'm so confused," I sleepily said. She pulled my hands to sit me up, and when I sat up, I looked around.
This was definitely not how I last saw our room.
Pretty white walls, a fake but convincing night sky painted on the ceiling, a really comfy bed, and the last thing my eyes landed was a crib. A baby's crib.
With a scrunched up "I'm so confused" face, I pointed at it.
"Wow, that hurts, Scotty. You forgot you had a child. With me," she put her hands over her heart, but couldn't hide her smile. "You must've had a real crazy dream, huh?" she added. I also noticed a ring on her left ring finger.
Finally, I realized what was going on. A big goofy smile appeared on my face. "It was really crazy..." I looked over to the crib and we stood up to go to it.
"Just in case you don't remember," she said, picking up the baby, "this is our baby girl, Taylor Rochelle. Taylor, after Kirstin Taylor, and Rochelle from Scott Richard. You made that up since we can't really name her Richard. We call her Tay and she's 3 and half weeks old."
I didn't think my smile could get any bigger. I took Taylor from her and played with her hands. A camera's snap was heard a few seconds later, as I didn't notice Kirstie getting her phone out to Instagram this father-child moment.
"Come on downstairs. We gotta eat, all three of us," she smiled at us again. "You should also tell me about the dream you just had," she added.
With that we walked downstairs and made breakfast.
Once we were settled down in the dining room, and Taylor was settled in a cute stroller that didn't have wheels so that she wouldn't roll off somewhere, I began to tell her about my dream.
The live feed video, how I saw what was happening to her without me being there, how everything played out like a movie.
"That's... crazy," Kirstie said once I finished. "I don't think that would ever happen in real life. I hope not, anyway..."
"...me too, Kirst, me too," I agreed, reaching my hand out to hers, rubbing it with my thumb.
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Six Feet Under
RomanceKirstie Maldonado and Scott Hoying have been together for years. Scott works for the FBI, and when Kirstie is kidnapped, Scott is sent a live feed video of her being buried alive, with only nine hours to find her, before she runs out of air.