Covered in sweat, I rolled on the bed. I stood up, panting heavily. I chuckled softly, “what kind of weird dream was that?”

I got up from bed, causing Layla to open her eyes. “Sorry dear.” I placed a gentle kiss on her head.

I glanced at Layla, her beauty shining even in sleep.

“Hey,” she whispered, smiling.

“Hey, beautiful,” I replied, sitting beside her.

“What woke you up?” She asked, the look of concern etched on her face.

“Just a weird dream,” I said, waving it off.

Layla's eyes sparkled. “Tell me.”

I hesitated, unsure and scared.

“Come on, Alex,” Layla coaxed.

“I was...losing you,” I admitted, my voice...