"MOM!!" I yelled out in tears. (I'm only 17)
"Yes sweetie" she said calmly walking into my room over to my bed.
"A dream. I had another dream. Dylan. He. He was crying. He. Was. Was. Calling for me." I was crying. I couldn't stop. I just cried.
"Oh sweetie. It's been so long since you had a dream. Like this. Where's your phone?" I told her where it was. And she dialed Dylan's number. She knew just what to do.
"Hey baby. What's up?" He answered.
"Dylan? Can you come.....o...o...over!?" I cried still feeling upset.
"OMG. Um yes. What happened? Are you okay!?" He asked sounding worried.
"I..I..I'm okay. I...I...I just need you right now." I said untruthfully. I wasn't okay.
"I'll be there in 10 minutes!" He rushed off. When he got here I had gone down stairs. I was still crying but I was looking at a photo album. Of Dylan. My baby.
"BABE!" He was here. I ran over and opened the door.
"OMG are you okay?" He hugged me tight. I felt so much better. I told him every detail about the dream. Exept the picture. That scared me.
"Baby. I think that I should move in. Or you can move in. Or we can move out. I need to be with you. All. The. Time. Please!?" I was surprised by his offer. I needed him. I really did. I looked into his chocolate brown eyes and said-
"I want to spend my life with you. Can we maybe find a place to live?" A smile grew on his face showing his perfect white teeth.
"Yes!" He said kissing my. His lips so soft.
"Babe look. I was looking through this photo album of mini you!" I called baby Dylan that. His eyes lit up at the sight of baby Dylan's picture.
"I miss him. I miss my baby. I miss Dylan." He started to cry. I hadn't seen him cry since the day we found out that we had lost our son.
"I miss him too. We all do. I think that moving will be good for us." I said hugging reassuringly. He looked up. Eyes blood shot from tears and kissed me.
"Let's put on a movie. Okay?" He said. Laying down. We put on Billy Maddison and cuddled.