“Tristan.” I woke him up with a kiss on the lips. His eyes opened slowly, like he was in the dead of sleep, and focused blearily on my face.
“Everything okay?” He looked around, noticing the light tear streaks on my face.
“Yeah, baby. I’m fine. I talked to him again. Our son. We are definitely having a son!” I was so excited I could barely contain a squeal. I don’t know how, or why, but my son was chatting with me in my dream. His eyebrows pinched in confusion.
“In your dream?” he asked and I nodded enthusiastically.
“It wasn’t a vision but a dream, like when I visit you?” I nodded again. He wasn’t looking as excited as I was right now. It was kinda killing my buzz.
“Yeah, he said he had the power like you.” I continued on, telling him what our son said in the dream. He listened to me without a word, then took a moment to digest it all.
“Dimension travel.” He muttered, and it was my turn to look confused.
“Time travel, as you might know it.” Did he just saytime travel?
“Not something to be played with. No wonder I warned him not to do it.” He ran his hands through his hair then brought those hands to my face.
“It brings me joy to see you so happy.” He leaned in to kiss me then pulled back.
“And that he looks like me, and takes after my powers.” He smirked and I shook my head. Such a man, wanting his son to be like him. Maybe our daughter would be like me? That would be an interesting pair to parent. I was no docile woman.
The night passed, and nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Often my mind drifted off towards thinking about my dream, and wished I could have seen our daughter in there too. Maybe she didn’t have powers like he did?
I wondered, would we be lucky enough to ride this all out in the underworld until the babies were born? Doubtful, but I could dream. And that was exactly what I was eager to do, dream and learn more about my future with my family. I needed to know things were going to be all right.
