His arms wrapped around her, little Rosalie, in her arms squirmed a little bit. Lana only held her closer to her chest.
He kissed her neck softly, as she released a tiny breath at the sudden contact. His lips moved up, and he soon found his way to her ear.
She was trembling slightly, from the horrid nightmare she had.
The gun aimed at her, Drake took the bullet. Soon they were in the hospital, Drake hanging on for dear life, because it happened again. After the wedding, during the reception, they came back. On a day meant for only them, they came back. All security was gone, and her dress was once again, stained red, from the blood belonging to Drake. His breathing picked up as the heart monitor in his room started to speed up, and soon, the defining sound of silence. Until she was dragged out of the room, only to curl up into a ball on the floor, with tears flooding out off her. And she hadn’t known before, nor had Drake even realised, but their child was already starting to become.
That nightmare always felt too real, and she hated it. Some of it was true, some was not. He whispered that he loved her that night before she fell asleep in his arms. But waking up was like coming out off a trance, and she hated facing the real world going through that, yet again.
But being in a warm cozy bed, big enough for so many people, brought back bittersweet memories. Things she wanted to forget, yet things she couldn’t.
‘Everything is gonna be okay my love. I promise. I’m right here.’ She nodded, and slowly turned her head towards her husband. I man she claimed to love after all these months.
A man whose name wasn’t Drake.
A man who would never be like Drake.
For the only fake part of her nightmare…
Was that the gun was aiming for her.