Page 325 of Nobody's Girl

Kyle takes the little, wrinkly, red baby and hands her to the nurse. “Bye, Kyla. See you soon,” he says.

My heart fills up with so much love for him. “I love you, Kyle. I’m sorry I turned into a super bitch.”

“You weren’t a super bitch, Al. You were just a big, wimpy baby,” he teases me.

“A big baby? Watch yourself, boy.”

His sky blues eyes twinkle and he moves closer to me. “Can I give my wife a kiss?”

“You need permission now?” I ask him.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare touch you without permission,” he says with a grin.

I manage a smile. “Yes, Kyle, you can kiss your wife.”

His lips touch mine softly. My heart beats hard in my chest. I move my hand up to pull him to me, kissing him harder.

He pulls away slowly. “I love you, Alyssa Stevens.”

“Time to get up, Alyssa,” a smooth, velvety voice whispers in my ear.

I open my eyes to see emerald green eyes looking down into mine. “Good morning, Eden.”

I’m wrapped in his arms as he looks down at me. “I had to wake you up. I was getting a little uncomfortable with your dream.”

I drop my eyes. “I’m sorry, Eden.”

“No need to apologize. It’s not your fault,” Eden tells me, then he gets up out of bed.

I pick up my phone and call Laura again. It goes straight to voice mail. It’s still early. Maybe she’s still mad. I decide to get up and get dressed. My body hurts. I can’t tell if it’s from my dream, or if Eden and I got too rough with each other last night.

I meet Eden downstairs. He and Kyle are eating muffins. “Good morning,” I call out to them as I enter the kitchen.

Kyle smiles at me, then looks at Eden. “I don’t envy you being the father of her children and having to be with her through all that. She wasn’t very pleasant to deal with during the delivery of the baby. I can still feel the pain in my hand from her squeezing it,” Kyle tells him.

Eden’s eyebrows raise. “Can you really feel that?”

Kyle nods. “Unfortunately, the answer is yes. That’s going to be a problem if this continues.”

“Kyle, those feelings are not real. You have to come to terms with that,” I say as I go to sit on the stool at the breakfast bar with them. I wince when I try to sit down.

Damn it! It hurts so bad!

“Not so fast, Alyssa,” Eden stops me. “Let’s get you to the sofa.”

“The dreams aren’t real,” I say as Eden and Kyle help me to half-sit, half-lay on the sofa. “Kyle, we have to stop giving in to these feelings.”

“Are you finding it so easy to do?” Eden asks me.

“No, it isn’t easy, but it has to be done. That life might have been one we would’ve had, but then again, it might be a figment of my imagination,” I say as I move a pillow under my aching ass.

Damn, this is insane!

Kyle looks at me, then sits next to me, searching my eyes for answers I don’t have. “How could I have the same dreams then?”

I take his hand in mine, stroking his knuckles with my thumb. “I’ve no idea. Nothing which has happened to me in the last few months can be logically explained. Perhaps it’s just my dreams and you’re picking up on them telepathically.”