Mason walked over, sat by the bed, and flashed her an affectionate smile.

“I went out to take care of some matters. Did you have a nightmare?”

Zoe stared right at him wordlessly. She didn’t tell him about her dream. It felt like a bad omen. Then, she took his hands when he laid down on the bed. The warmth of his palms made her feel easier somewhat.

It was just as they say, dreams were usually the opposite of reality. It wasn’t going to happen.

After all, it was just a dream.

Just as she was about to doze off, she thought she heard him murmuring in her ear, saying that if she ended up getting pregnant tonight, then she should name the baby Jamie.

Zoe woke up the next morning. She thought about what he murmured over and over again in her mind and decided that it was nothing but a dream.

“You’re on edge. That’s all,” he said.

That wasn’t how she felt, though. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. What was worse, the feeling was growing stronger