Dreams

Roman POV

I woke up drenched in sweat. The last few nights I dreamt of my mother, my beautiful, selfless, loving mother. The dream was always the same. She sat under the tree with blooming blue flowers by the lake and beckoned me to come to her. Every time I did it, she smiled at me, kissed me on the forehead and tried to speak. And before she could say what she wanted to; I would wake up. Every single time!!!! I did not know what the dream meant; I just knew the dreams were disturbing. As much as I loved my mother and welcomed her presence in my dreams, I was also exasperated by the fact that, somehow, I could not hear what she wanted to say. I felt it was important and every night I would go to bed. I prayed for the dream to be complete. And she would never get to speak. What is she trying to tell me???

“Mother loves us, even from the great beyond. And mother would not approve of us marrying the woman who claims to be our mate but is clearly not!!”, Caleb roared. My relationship wi