He sat bolt upright in
bed panting as if just having finished a marathon. Terrified, he looked
around the dark, silent room but all seemed fine, all seemed well.
Rebecca lay sleeping beside him her dark curls fanned out upon her
pillow. She slowly roused at his sudden movement.
“Noah, what’s wrong? Bad dream?” she whispered drowsily.
“Yeah...that...that’s
it. I’m sorry I woke you,” he replied, bending down and tenderly
kissing her cheek. She smiled and drifted off to sleep. Tears sprung to
his eyes as he watched her. He loved her so desperately and yet that
dream took her away from him. But it was just a dream, thank God!
Just then the baby could be heard over the monitor, not a howling wail as would signify “Feed me!” but a fussy little whimper saying “comfort me”. He could tell the difference though in Rebecca’s half sleepy state she couldn’t and consequently she threw the blanket aside ready to tend to their first born daughter. He stopped her and replaced the covers on top of her.
“You stay, Rebecca. You’re so tired. I’m sure Mia just wants me to sing to her,” he said kissing her again and pushing her hair out of her face.
“Have I told you lately you’re the best daddy ever?”she said gratefully.
“It has been a few minutes but I’ll forgive you this time. Be back soon,” he joked.
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