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Vera's POV.

I stir up from the bed with a small smile on my face. It hasn't been like that before and I definitely know why.

I just dreamt about David and I chattering away in what looked like a kitchen. He was bare-chested, revealing that lumberjack chest of his, rippling with muscles.

But that wasn't the only thing of interest. It was the hum and chatter of kids running around the house —bearing the exact features of me and David. The girl looked more like David with her raven eyes and the boy looked more like me with my ocean blue eyes.

It felt so real I wish...