... We All Fall Down

I woke up to horrible nightmare. I let out a scream as I see a body right by me. "NITA!" I felt someone shake me. "NITA! WAKE UP!" I open my eyes and Tony's worry eyes meet mine. I wrap my arms around him and start crying."ssshhhh, it was just a dream. You're okay." He repeating, the baby kicking. "Your okay too Dennis." He kisses my round belly. "Wanna talk about it?" I shake my head. "Just hold me." I said. He sits up and I snuggle closer to him. He wraps his arm over me, protecting me. He kept smoothing my hair and I just cried my eyes out. "You want to talk about it? It'll probably help." I nod. "It the same dream. Emma's death is just scaring me, I'm in a way traumatized about it.. I opened my eyes in my dreams and see you.. Just layng there. Your eyes were closed... Your skin was so pale... I started to shake you.. But you didn't wake up. I cried in you and then he was there. Standing with a gun..." I kept crying in his shirt. All this seemed to real. "Did you keep the note?" He asks and I nod. "Give it to me." I shake my head "why not?" "I can't.. It's proof. I mean, it's almost gone, but I don't care. That F means someone." He sighs. "Nita.. It's been two years. Two years." "So what if it was three or five. I won't let Emma die in vain. I knew I could do something and did nothing about it." "Okay... Okay I get you." "You better." He moves my brown/blonde hair to the side. "I'm so tired...." I look at my stomach. "And huge... Are you sure it was just one baby?" "100% percent sure." He said quickly. "A few more weeks." "And pop." I chuckle. "I know... I pop this baby out." We've been going to some parental classes because my mother encouraged us that it helps us. They gave us this plastic crying baby doll. It acts like a real child. I was about to throw that piece of plastic out the window. Tony was the calm one about it.. I mean he did take care of his sister and cousins. He's got experience. Maybe I should call my sister.. Maybe. "What you thinking about?" "My sister and how she can help me.. Prepare." "Ooh." "Yeah.. Nothing much in my mind." And that was a total lie. "You know... We still need to paint Dennis's room." I sigh and look at my belly, my hands and Tony's on top of it. "I know... What are you planning to paint it? We can have Mike come paint the room." "I was thinking... Maybe a olive green? and his blankets and crib covers could be a camouflage." "A little solider." "Pretty much... You like the idea?" I nod. "Good.. Cause I told Mike already." "So if I didn't like the idea, my son's room would be a little battlefield, either way." "Preeettty much." "Your lucky I liked it.. Or I would have painted it allll light blue and put little clouds on the top." "That's overused." "I know... That's why." He rolls his eyes. I yawn. "Rest... Tomorrow you have that check up and need to go check on your students." I sigh and nod. "Good. Goodnight ma belle." "I love you." I mumbled and closed my eyes.

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