Lucas

"Good goddess!"

I jolted awake in a cold sweat, heart hammering. The haunting nightmare images slowly faded, but a deep unease lingered. A premonition, or simply echoes of my waking fears for Heather and our unborn child?

"I was all nightmare." I shivered, unable to shake the sense of foreboding that seemed to cling like a shadow lately.

Beside me, Heather stirred in her sleep with her little baby bump she made a small murmur, not fully waking. I gently tucked the quilts more snugly around her.

Even in sleep's peace, dark circles smudged the delicate skin beneath her eyes.

"I can't believe you witness things like this love."...