I must have fallen asleep or something because I opened my eyes and all of a sudden it was dark outside. My window had been opened and a cool night breeze came into my room rustling various papers lying around. I looked down and I was covered with a quilt that my mom had made me when I was little. It was my favorite quilt. Well my mom didn't make it, she just picked out all of the squares of fabric from my baby clothes and other little blankets from when I was a baby and someone else had made it, but I loved it just as much as if she would have made it herself. Suddenly I felt something gently sqeeze my hand and I looked over and Dillon was a sleep in my chair holding my hand. He must have feel asleep after I did. I wrapped the blanket around me, because it was kind of cold in my room from the open window, and sat up infront of him.
"Dillon, Dillon, come on wake up." I whispered as I ran my hands along the side of his face. His eyes opened but he still looked like he might have been asleep. "Hey." He said, his voice husky from sleep.
"Hey, it is getting late." I said, not really wanting him to go but knowing that wasn't an option.
"Yea, I better get home before Grandfather wigs out. I'll come by tomorrow and see how you are feeling, maybe we can go do something. You know I was thinking while you were asleep about how we are going to have to start buying things that will be needed," he said in a whisper and looked towards the door incase Mac was with-in ear shot "buying the stuff isn't going to be the problem, where are we going to put it all?" He asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"I don't know, we'll think about it tomorrow. I was thinking that I want to go see my mom." I said as I climbed aross my bed and shut the window.
"Well then why don't you?" Dillon asked as he stood up and brought the chair he was sitting in back to where he had found it earlier.
"I want you to go with me." I said as I looked closely at him for any signs of dread. I don't know how he really felt about meeting my mom. I knew she would love him but meeting someone's parents is always nerve wrecking.
"Sure, if you want me to. I'll go, just tell me when, where and how much." He said smiling as we walked out of my room and down the stairs. I still had my quilt wrapped around me because I couldn't seem to get warm. Mac was sitting on the couch with his back to us as we walked out to the porch.
"Goodnight Dillon." He said sternly as I was shutting the door.
"Later Commissioner." Dillon said as he stuck his head back in the house.
"I'll see you tomorrow, take care of yourself." Dillon said as he kissed me and then briefly rested his hand on my stomach. He was almost like clockwork, everynight he did the same thing. He'd say he'd see me tomorrow, tell me to take care of myself and then touch my stomach. The first few times he did it had felt weird because I was trying to convince myself that it wasn't really happening but now it felt like it did when you would say hello to someone you knew. It just felt normal. I hugged the blanket closer to me as I watched him walk down the drive-way and out of site, and then I headed back into the house. Mac was still sitting on the couch, doing what looked like paperwork. I sat down in one of the many chairs in our spacious living-room. We sat in silence for a while until Mac finally spoke.
"Is Dillon going to be all right, this late, getting home?" He asked as he briefly looked up from what he was doing.
"Yea, he said he'd call when he got there." I said.
"Are you sure you aren't sick and need to go to the doctors?" He said seeing the quilt wrapped around me.
"I'm sure, I was just cold. I woke up and my window was open. Did you open it while I was sleeping?" I asked as I took a bite of one of the apples that was in a bowl in the midle of the coffee table.
"Yea, I came up to see if you two wanted to eat dinner, but you were both asleep. It was kind of stuffy in your room so I opened the window. I was just glad to see Dillon in the chair." He said as he gave me that all-knowing look. I just rolled my eyes.
"Well then why didn't you wake him up and make him leave." I asked playfully, wanting to here what he had to say.
"Well there was no harm being done, and I was just about to come wake him up but you already woke up. Besides I trust you not to do anything stupid. Despite myself, and your recent track record" He said as he finished the paperwork and sat back in his chair and looked at me.
"Do you trust Dillon?" I just had to ask. And I knew Mac wouldn't lie to me.