You had the dream again..

The dream of your beautiful baby, boy with blonde curls and bright eyes.. You’d wake up mourning someone who was never alive enough to die. Your arms missing the presence of a child. Your voice sore and shaky.

You sat up, eyes wet from weeping. Arthur laid next to you, a small frown on his face as he looked at you with concern. “Have the dream again?” he asked. His arm snaking around your waist.