once upon a dream
Sam stared at the letter in her hand, shaking. There was no way this could be real.. None..
That child had died.
Apparently, it hadn’t and her son had grown up.
How old would he be? 13? 14?
Her baby boy, the child she had never gotten to hold.
She slumped down, head falling to her hands. She had a son, one she had mourned and thought buried in the deserts of Kuwait. He had survived. They had sent him home. He wanted to meet her.
She had a partner, she loved Steph. What would she think about this? She was supposed to be home later that night, she’d talk ot her about it then.
Steph was supposed to go over to Sam’s for dinner. She’d actually stopped by the store on the way to grab ingredients. The deal had been, Steph cooked, Sam made dessert. Working in tandem together, that’s how they worked.
Her knuckles sound against the door as she adjusts her sack of groceries on her hip. “Sam? Sammie - it’s Steph!”
“Coming hon.” She scrubbed her face with her hand and tucked the letter in her pocket to let Steph in. “I really need to get you a damn key made.” She forced a laugh, standing back to let her in. “Missed you.” She stole a kiss and grabbed the bag of groceries.
“Either that or you just need to move your pretty ass in with me.” Her fingers touch the handwritten note in her pocket.