Kris

That night, I had a dream that ripped open the wounds that had just begun to heal.

I sat outside a hospital room, without any knowledge of how or why I was there. A doctor hurried out of the room and ushered me in. Her face read fear, bewilderment, hope, and wariness all at once.

I entered the room and saw Susie sitting on a bed, wearing a hospital gown. Except this wasn't the Susie I had grown familiar with over the last few days, this was my Susie. She was crying, but she wore a huge smile. I'm her arms, she held a tiny baby boy.

"Oh Kris... He's beautiful. My son... Our son. Look at him. We made him. We made him!" Susie cried out joyously. I looked closer and realized the baby had patches of purple scales here and there. He truly was beautiful. I felt tears run over my face as I reached for him.

As I lifted him in my arms, I looked at Susie. "What is his name?"

"William." I smiled at the baby. The name was fitting. I loved him. I leaned my head down to kiss his forehead.

I woke with a start. I looked around at the room that was not mine, I'm a house that was not mine, stuck with parents who were not mine. Once again, I allowed the hot tears to flow freely over my face until I fell back asleep.

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Quick little ouchie

William/Will/Wilt belongs to socialllinks on Instagram
He's literally precious