When Jude woke up before dawn, around 3 o'clock in the morning, she hardly could believe herself what she had just dreamed. What the ironic was actually the fact that she had rather a morbid nightmare than a sweet dream like some nights.

The blonde had a trouble her slumbering, of course! Once she opened her eyes as she rubebd them, hopefully, Jude realized that Timothy had fallen asleep abysmally, scarcely blinking as his snore fulfilled the composed, nocturnal ambience of the hush. The curtains were closed enough, hardly exposing any light, unfortunately.

What Jude did after she wake up was to wriggle, in fact to not wake up her partner who slept exactly next to her. Further, she didn't want to disturb him as the former nun prefered his better sleep rather than a haoctic one.

Once she got up from the bed, she hopped up in her snug slippers as she sneaked stealthily, without rendering any noise, leaving the bedroom as soundless as she could be, despite her misgivings of being caught to be awake in 3 o'clock in the morning.

She felt more than twice extortionate kicks inside her bump. Initially, she thought her pressumed future daughter is kicking her but in consequence, the kicks weren't caused by sole baby. There was more than one baby in her pregnant belly though her lack of awareness yet.

The first time when she sensed the kick after waking up, was actually when was in the bed as she widened her eyes abruptly, restraining herself from causing trouble. The second one was when she established in the corridor in the darkness.

By the way, she attempted to soothe her baby as she rubbed her belly gently, looking down at the shadowy, barely perceptible for her hazel eyes, currently radiating overwhelmed angst.

"Don't worry, sweetheart! Mama just had a nightmare. We are strong, we will handle!", Jude whispered as she descended slowly the stairs, caressing with her sole available hand her belly as she held wooden stairs railing,  consequently heading directly to the kitchen, as a result of her insomnia that anguished her bigger, howsoever, flimsy and incontestable sensitive body, besides the paranoid traces of her nightmare had already dwelled in her mind and her worries for carrying one more valuable life in her bump.

From one side, she is in tremendous awe due to the fact that she might have two babies in the same time, instead of only one. While on other hand, she was quite insecure of herself, plentiful questions and concerns swam in her mind as it made the blonde wonder what kind of a mother she is going to be towards the kids, how are they going to look, how she is going to work morning term as a waitress when she has on her back an occupied husband and babies in the same time and so forth.

She knew right away what a tough challenge is to be a mother with bonus responsibilities, changing her worldview and the way she perceives that encircles the perplexed, inexperienced in motherhood woman.

As Jude was in the dark kitchen, she grabbed an empty glass, filling with some fresh, lukewarm water, in case to purify her negative thoughts, as a result of her sleepless night. She thanked herself for not waking up Timothy or otherwise he would be wholly solicitious about her, her condition and the way she behaves. As she held the glass of water in her hand, whilst kneading her bump, opening curtains, watching the nocturnal view of their ravishing, majestic garden with its already effloresced flowers in their villa's gardens, the moonlight illuminating some of those magnificent, eye-catching flowers. 

She smiled a little, comforting herself as she was accompanied by her unborn baby and herself along.

All of a sudden, Timothy woke up spontaneously, sensing how his arms didn't cuddle his wife's body which rather worried him, questioning himself where's Jude gone now as he jumped out of the bed as he hopped up in his slippers, walking downstairs as he wore his mere white tank top, followed by his denim blue pajama trousers. Meantime he shouted his wife's name as he searched for her "Judy? Rare bird, are you...?", he paused when he arrived in the kitchen, recognizing the shorter figure's silhouette that holds a glass of water. 

Her face rotated when she heard her concerned partner yelling her name in the darkness. She gaped at the tall figure of her husband that walked up to her. Once they shared the closest proximity, scarcely dividing any milimetre distance, Jude sipped of her glass with water ,leaving it on the kitchen plot as she looked up at his shadowed face.

-Timothy, what are you doing here in 3 o'clock? - She questioned puzzled.

-I am concerned about you since I woke up in empty bed. You cannot sleep?- He cupped her face in his both hands, asking serenely, looking at her face which he perceived as still gorgeous.

-Y-yes!- She answered laconically with almost implausible voice as she timidly stretched her arms, reaching his shoulders as she placed them upon his vast shoulders.

-What's bothering you, rare bird? 

-I had a nightmare. It's atrocious!- She exhaled abruptly.

-Tell me, sweetheart! *grabbing her hand as he kissed it, thereafter holding her hand as they headed directly to the table, taking seats as he helped her* I am with you!

-Well, I wore my ordinary pair of underwear in white, being closed in a void room with nothing more than a rusty door in the dimness as I laid on a cold wooden plank floor. Once I rose my body, pursuing for the exit of this room, the things got worse. I opened slightly the door in case, as I had already a prejudice and the thing that I beholded was actually that the next room was actually Dr.Arden's lab where he was with Shachath, the angel of death. Unluckily, I got caught by Arthur, a little before being put on the patient's bed for brutal experiments, I reassured my unborn baby as I rubbed my bump and told it that we are gonna be alright though the hazards and coldness. Once he gripped my wrist, putting me on the patient's bed as my arms, legs and neck were enfetter, abiding motionless in his sadistic hands which were ready either to kill or torment me slowly and painfully, I asked for help from the angel of death, watching me in composed way with her brushed in bright pink smile across her porcelain face and when Arden was preparing, meanwhile yelling at me to halt whining, the angel of death attempted to comfort me with her words of the type am I sure of wishing for a rescue, as I didn't want a rescue where my baby and I die in the same time. Nevertheless she kissed me without her consent as her final words were "You will be safe!". Eventually I woke up afterwards!- The former nun narrated as her husband held her hand, his thumb massaging the back of her hand while she managed to stroke his hair.

-Oh, that's sound horrible! Did Arden wanted to perform an abortion?

-Yes, he wanted! *sheding a couple of tears which were wiped immediately as he stroke gently her chin, his thumb wiping the crystal tears, cupping her chin* I am afraid sooner or later, he is going to find out where we are living or I am going to see him on live as he will manage to kidnap me in his lab, murdering my baby and probably me in the same time.

-Ooh, sweetie! *comforting her as he took her into his muscular, protective arms, embracing each other tightly and warmly as her head rested on his chest, sensing how damp is his muscular chest due to his wife's tears, which kept on; at the same time, his arms were clasped around her spine while hers were wrapped around his upper back* You are safe. He is never going to find out where is our current residence. Believe me! - Timothy opted to relieve Jude's grief and fear as their hug was a result of success, fortunately.

After they broke off the hug, withdrawing their bodies, their lips captured another in another kiss swiftly but featherly and sensually. Afterward, Jude felt much better and relieved, thanks to her loving and caring husband, though she needed to share with him something, in spite of refraining herself of raising the topic yet, awaiting for the remarkable moment as well.

He continued to cup her face in his veiny, mammoth hands as they gazed at each other's eyes with growing smiles across their faces. In this moment, her hands were on the table as she couldn't take her eyes off his chocolate, passionate ones.

-Are you feeling better?- He inquired.

-I think so!- She responded humbly.

-Is there something else that bothers you, besides this awful nightmare?

-Urm...*pausing herself for a handful, straight seconds, being convinced that he is going to like her idea, of course* I felt not sole one baby kicking violently in my bump.- She spoke her mind as she spitted the stone fluently with dim blush, layering her face.

-What does that mean?- He asked perplexed, arching an eyebrow as his thumbs kneaded her cheekbones.

-I might have twins instead of just a girl.- Jude replied barefacedly with bashful smile, her heart raced as she announced the pressumable news, expecting either positive or negative reaction from her most trustworthy person for now.

To be continued...