Chapter 4: Worried

I sat down on the sofa in the main room, with a book in my lap. Before long, I was drifting to sleep.

I didn’t even hear Taylor come in. I was only aware of him when I felt his hand brush my cheek.

I gasped and jumped awake. “Oh!”

“Sorry, sorry sweetie.” He whispered gently sitting next to me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah.” I blinked. “Oh, you’re home early… I haven’t started dinner yet…” I mumbled. Suddenly I felt terrible. He had gone to the office and worked all day and I hadn’t even begun dinner yet.

He frowned. “That’s okay… We’ll worry about dinner later… how long have you been sleeping?”

“Umm… I don’t know… what time is it?” I frowned, trying to see past him to the clock on the microwave. My eyes were blurry.

“It’s after five, sweetie.” He stroked my cheek.

“Oh… wow… I’ve been sleeping since…Oh!  For a couple of hours.” I frowned. I couldn’t quite believe I’d been out so long.

He frowned. “You won’t sleep tonight.”

I stretched tiredly. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem. I’m still tired.” I yawned.

Taylor frowned. “Are you sleeping okay? Is something wrong?”

“No. No. I’m fine…” I pushed myself up further on the sofa. “I just…. Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

He frowned. “Why? The same reason you woke me in the middle of the night last night?”

I chewed my lip and nodded slowly. “I… I keep having this nightmare.”

He moved closer to me, his hand picking up mine. “About what? What kind of a nightmare?”

I shook my head. “It’s ridiculous.”

“If it’s keeping you awake, it’s not ridiculous. Emma, tell me. Please, I’m worried.” His and tightened around mine.

I sighed and closed my eyes tightly. “It’s stupid, honestly. I don’t know why it gets to me… It’s just that in the dream… I’m alone, in the woods in the middle of nowhere. It’s dark and so unbelievably cold. I’m in my nightgown with nothing on my feet. I’m lost and I just start running… but the trees and the brush; they scratch my arms and legs and there’s so much blood. And I think I see you and I start running toward you…. But I can never get to you. I can never reach you. But I try so hard to get to you and you’re just… you’re always just out of reach… Like you’re running away from me or something.” I sniffled, tears finding their way down my cheek.

I shoved the tears back impatiently with my hands. “It’s really-“

“Emma…” He sighed, drawing me into his arms. “Sweetie, it’s not silly if it’s upsetting you this much…” He gently kissed the top of my head. “Oh, Em… I would never… I could never leave you… I love you so much… more than anything else in this whole world. I couldn’t live without you…”

I sobbed softly, my tears already soaking his shirt. “I know that. That’s why this whole thing is so ridiculous.”

He lightly stroked my hair. “Maybe we should go to your doctor… “

I pulled out of his arms, “What?” I demanded swiping at my tears.

“Sweetie, if it’s keeping you up and upsetting you this much… and I mean, after your… illness… it might be better if we just have you checked out…” He tried.

I knew he still had trouble saying the word “Cancer” when talking about what I had gone through, but I knew what he meant.

“Do you know how silly I’ll look? It will be a waste of my time and his… I mean, he’ll probably just tell me not to watch so many scary movies or to stop eating before bed…”

“Em, please. Just to be sure-“

“I’m fine. Honestly. It’s just a dream, it’ll go away.” I said definitively. “I should start dinner.”

I pushed myself up from the sofa and slipped out of his arms.

“Emma-“ He began.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. What do you want for dinner?” I asked, opening the pantry and peering inside for something fast and easy to make for dinner. I quickly swiped the tears from my eyes.

“How about spaghetti?” I asked, closing the door so I could see him again.

I jumped, he was standing on the other side of the door, where I hadn’t expected him to be.

“Here, let me make dinner tonight.” He offered.

Before I had a chance to protest, he took the package of pasta from my hands and was reaching a pot out from under the stove.

He filled it with water, ignited the stove and turned to me. “Emma.” He sighed. “I understand that you don’t want to see a doctor… but I’m just worried that this vivid dreaming might be a symptom of a larger issue…”

I frowned.

“If this doesn’t go away in a week, I want you to promise me you’ll let me take you to a doctor.”

I nodded, my arms looping around his waist. I laid my head against his chest. “I promise.” I murmured. “Please stop worrying about me.”

He sighed, his arms folding around me. He rested his chin on the top of my hair. “If you get a full night’s sleep tonight, maybe then I’ll quit worrying.”

I smiled. “I’ll try. I’m so tired right now, I don’t think anything will keep me up tonight. Not even your snoring.”

He pouted. “I do not snore.”

“Sometimes you do.” I twisted to look up into his face.

Taylor grinned. “Yeah, well I’m nowhere near as loud as you are. I woke up one night and I thought a train was going through the bedroom.” He smirked.

I shoved him away. I knew for a fact that I didn’t snore.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and shower? I’ll finish dinner.” I offered. I knew he had a ritual of showering when he got home and I didn’t expect him to break his habit. I was sure he was itching to go upstairs and shower.

“You’re sure?” He asked. “I could wait until later…” He offered.

“No, no. Just go.” I smiled. “I don’t mind cooking.”

“Okay.” He agreed finally. He lightly kissed my forehead and marched up the stairs to the shower.

As I waited for the water to boil for the pasta, I decided I was much too hungry to wait. I hadn’t eaten since lunch; I needed a small snack to hold me over until dinner was ready.

I opened the fridge and located a yogurt cup, leaning against the counter to eat it.

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