She woke up panting, but at least not screaming this time. She remembered a few nights she had horrible dreams, picturing her father with his goons of monsters killing Gerald.
They were not monsters but the two associates of her father. But she believed they might be the devil themselves. Nevertheless, today, she had a wonderful but tiring dream.
In her dream, she was running happily with Gerald and their son. She did not see Gerald's face but assumed he was that man. But her son was a replica of his father. His features were the younger version of the man she loved.
"I hope you look like your father," Haley whispered as her fingers made a circular pattern on her belly.
Although she had not seen the results of her test yet, they would not know the sex of her son in a couple of months. However, it seemed her consciousness had already decided that she would have a boy.
