the baby dream

Max's head was swarming with confused thoughts. He walked up to the bedroom in a daze-like state.

A dad. Again. No, not again...that was Louis not him. But me. I am Louis! No, I'm not. I'm me...

Max... Aren't I?

The water bottle gripped in his loose fingers as he took stair after stair towards Kailey. His heart rate sped along with his mind, trying to cope with what was happening. So maybe now that Louis was no longer a voice in his head ...he now had lingering...feelings? Max's eyes grew wide. That's it!

Lingering feelings!

Guilt!

So now that he had that quick empathetic moment, the question now is, what to do?

He had a feeling... a very sinister feeling that Louis was about to make a very big move. Dark move. But what?

Should he be worried? Was Louis' plan already in motion? Was he going to get a backlash?

He knocked on the bedroom door.

His child. His first child. Max's eyes moistened. He ignored the niggling at the back of his mind.