Dreamworks Moms Romane & Geschichten

I ask after the silence begins making me sweat worse than the burning sun. “Look, I need you to promise me a couple of things.” My mom is suddenly pulling me closer to her, so that she can speak more directly to me without others overhearing, as though she was about to tell me the meaning of life or some other big secret. She was very rarely a serious person, almost always level and easy going. It made it really easy to talk to her about things. I don’t think I’d ever seen her face look the way it did right now. It worried me. I nod, staring at her suddenly wrinkled and worried brown eyes. “First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real.”

Adrienne said. "Yes, guilty again. I can't help but imagine you in that beautiful white dress, jetting off to an exotic honeymoon destination. I want to see that baby bump, watch you raise a child, and listen to you complain about sleepless nights. I can't wait to hear you gush about your child's beauty, intelligence, and everything else," Her mom admitted dreamily. "Mom, slow down! We just started dating, remember?" Adrienne interjected, trying to dampen her mom's wedding fantasies.

Her tongue felt thick and heavy, her head pounded, but she managed a faint, but strong, “Yes.” “What happened, what caused you all that pain?” “Mom, she's calling out to me, but how is that possible, not possible.....not real.” She muttered. “Your mom ?” Jake asked, confused. “Yes.” “Is that even possible? She's hundreds of miles away.” “Yes, it's possible if I can see you in my dreams. Perhaps, I can see my mom too. Can't be real…was a dream....it can't be real…” “Destiny, sweetheart, what can't be real? Show me.”

Caleb and Tucker scowled. Exasperated, Arthur yelled at my back, “Naomi, don’t bother coming back if you walk out the door today!” I nodded and blissfully disappeared into the night. ‘Mom, I’m taking your dream and living my own life now.’ … It was nearly midnight by the time I reached the dorms. I briefly unpacked my things and set a photo of my mother by the bed. The phone in my pocket kept buzzing with notifications. I pulled it out for a look. I had dozens of missed calls from Arthur, Caleb, Tucker, and Rhys.

I couldn't afford to go. I switched off the screen and pulled myself back into the dark. Whatever happiness belonged to normal college students, it wasn't mine to have. I had a dream that night. Dad, a man I'd only ever seen in financial magazines, stood over Mom after knocking her to the ground. "Diane Sutherland, you and that hick son of yours are nothing but a couple of freeloaders, always crawling back with your hands out."

She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immensely powerful. They sat on her until she was ready to move, and once she started to walk down the dirt path barefoot, the owls followed her on the journey, one always leading the way.

In a faint voice, she asked, "If you wanted me, why didn't you just force me to marry you? You could have owned me without all this secrecy. You could have done anything to me if it meant atoning for what I did." Xavier gave a hollow laugh. "That’s exactly where the fantasy lies, Mommy. I want every single day to be a ticking time bomb for you." He patted Elara’s shoulder, then squeezed it hard before turning to leave. "Get some rest, Mommy. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day for you." To be continued...

The question about motherhood, once inconceivable, now danced in the air. "I never thought I would be a mother," I confessed, my gaze drifting to the little ones, still adorned in the remnants of our shared venture. "I didn't have an easy life, spending my days in a struggle for survival. Dreams seemed a luxury too distant." Morphez listened intently, his eyes reflecting a genuine curiosity about the evolution of dreams.

However, none of that seemed to affect my mother now as she continued to scan through my array of dresses for something suitable to wear. However, when she finally held out a dress that she thought was ‘fit’ for the occasion…my jaw all but dropped to the ground. "Mom!" I exclaimed in horror. "I’m not wearing that white dress! For the thousandth time…I’m going to work as a babysitter! Not get married!” “Oh, don’t be dramatic!” She had the audacity to roll her eyes at me before she went back to looking at more options while I shifted from one foot to another, looking at her search through my closet impatiently.

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