Serena

I managed to sit up on the bed as my baby bump had protruded, preparing my heart for the delivery of my child. I rubbed it slowly; I was deeply in thought.

When I came to haven newly was when I began to have strange dreams, of which was the dream I just had but it stopped.

Why was I dreaming again? And why was it about the past ? Dreams that were combining the dreams I had and the things that happened afterwards.

Was my baby in any kind of danger? Or could it be that my father was still alive? I shudder at the possibility of that...