The Dream
What happened the night before....?
"Aimee!" Carlos shook the girl that had fallen asleep in his arms. He couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he had been just a minute late. Would she be sleeping in a stranger's arms the same way she was doing in his? His jaw clenched at the thought, he would kill anybody that dares to look at her, not to think of touching her.
With Aimee still in his arms, Carlos called her mother at once.
"Carlos?"
"Helen," He breathed, "I found Aimee but we have a little problem,"
"What is it?" the woman became worried, thinking Aimee had gotten herself in trouble.
"Aimee's drunk,"
"And?" She inquired
"Would it affect the baby? Do I need to take her to the hospital?"
"Hospital?" Helen chuckled, then muttered under her breath, "You rich people do know how to spend your money,"
She then said, "Just take her home and get her a hangover soup and lots of water, she should be fine,"