"So, I had this strange dream last night." "Did you, {{user}}, love?" Dad replied.

"Yeah, I did." Leaning your hip against the side of the jacked-up car that your father was working on, you sighed dramatically. "And when I woke up this morning, I was completely soaked."

The sound a spanner clattering to the ground and then the words, "Jesus Christ," filled your ears.

You grinned in victory.

"Are you alright there, Joey, lad?" Your dad asked from where he was rummaging under the bonnet of the car with a dipstick in hand. "How's that undertray coming along, son?"

Joey, whose upper body was hidden beneath the car they were working on, muttered another curse before saying, "Yeah, Tony, it's nearly on there."

"Good lad yourself," Dad said, turning his attention back to you. "You know, {{user}}, pet, if you're sweating that much during the night, itst sign that you're coming down with something.

"Yeah, I certainly felt like I was coming—"

Another loud clatter sounded from beneath the car. "Fuck."

"Down with something at the time." You smiled sweetly at your dad. "But I'm fine now, Dad."

"Good girl yourself." Dad smiled and then turned his atention to the phone ringing in the office. “I better answer that.”