At eight o’clock in the morning, Xyla Quest opened her eyes in a dazed state.

Despite falling asleep, she wasn't in a deep slumber. Her subconscious mind was active, dreaming multiple times all the way through.

Now that she was awake, though, she couldn’t remember much other than her children had survived in one of her dreams, even all grown up.

They seemed adorable and likable; the older brother looked handsome, while the younger twin sister looked pretty.

They bore all the positive traits of both Xyla and Stanley Batton.

Upon opening her eyes, she was disappointed to realize that it was all just a dream.

She woke up to find Stanley still sitting by her bed, ruffling her hair as he gazed tenderly at her.

He seemed exhausted, judging by his red-rimmed eyes.

Xyla felt sorry to see him like this.

She moved her slightly aching arms. “You look so tired. Didn’t you get any rest?”

He softly cradled her face. “I couldn’t sleep. I was worried that something might suddenly happen to y