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"Hi, Little Witch. Did you sleep well?" McKinnon was smiling down at her, his head propped up on one hand.
Charly blinked, stretched, and then smiled back at him, pulling his head down for a good morning kiss. He slid back under the covers and gathered her close to him again, groaning as he glanced at his watch.
"Charly, we have to be at the Prayer Breakfast in twenty-five minutes, looking respectable, presentable, and as though we'd just spent the evening at a movie and then went to bed early."
"Well, McKinnon, you got part of it right, anyway." Charly chuckled at him. "What happens if we just spend the rest of the day right here? Do we get hung at dawn?"
"No, but we have every director leering knowingly at us for the rest of the convention and I don't want that for you." He yanked the covers off of her and gave her a little push towards the edge of the bed. "Quick, into the shower, and I'll help you wash."
Hopping off the bed, Charly looked back at him. "I thought you said we had to hurry, McKinnon." She was turning the water on in the shower when the phone rang, so she didn't hear the conversation that followed.
McKinnon grabbed it before the second ring. It was the manager. "Have you seen Charly, T. G.? Nobody seems to know where she is and we're getting a bit concerned." He sounded flustered and McKinnon wondered what the problem was, so he asked. "What's the matter?"
"I wanted to let her know that her lecture is cancelled this morning, so she can sleep in if she wants to, but she's not answering her phone."
McKinnon paused, and then burned his bridges. "It's okay, John. I'll see that she gets the message."
There was a long silence, then a low whistle. "Well, McKinnon, you've got my blessings. Take the morning off and I'll make your excuses for you. My, my, my." And he hung up.
Stepping into the shower, McKinnon took the soap from Charly. "If you could have one wish right now, Little Witch, what would it be?" He began soaping her back, sliding his arms around her, pressing his body in close to hers.
She moved against him, enjoying the warmth of the water as it cascaded over them. "Just to be able to stay here with you for the rest of the day." Reaching up, she pulled his head down for a long, slow kiss.
"Granted. You see, I too, have my own special powers."
Charly pulled back and looked up at him. By the grin on his face, she knew he was telling the truth. As he explained what had taken place, she blushed, then remembered that in just a short time they would be married, so she gave herself up to the joy of loving him and being loved, secure in the knowledge that they could overcome any challenges they might meet in the future.
And so it was that the dreams became reality and reality became a dream.
EPILOGUE
Having just celebrated their first wedding anniversary, Charly and T.G., as she had learned to call him, were exceptionally happy. Because of the hours they had spent reviewing their dreams, they had become really close before the convention, so the transition to living together had been easy for them. Giving up her beloved bungalow and the dream of owning it someday had been easy, and she had adapted well to sharing T. G.'s home with him.
"Hi, Sleepy Head."
As Charly came slowly awake, hair tousled and cheeks flushed with sleep, she became aware that T.G. was lying there watching her. He told her often how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her, so she never had reason to doubt his feelings.
A broad smile lit up her face as she came fully awake.
"Oh my gosh, T.G., do you have any twins in your family?"
"None that I know of. Why?"
"Well if the dream I just had is any indication, that's about to change. In the dream, you and I were each holding a tiny baby - one boy and one girl. How cool is that?"
"Is this dream for real?" T. G. was hopefully curious.
"Because it was an early morning dream, it could simply be about a conversation we are going to have today, or it could be about some aspect of work, because babies can represent new ideas, or it could mean just what it says - we are going to have twins."
"Well, come here, my love, and let's make it happen." Pulling her into his arms, T. G. went immediately about the business of planting the seeds that would produce the crop he was hoping to create. Charly, with her usual enthusiasm, gave him all of her assistance, along with all of her love and adoration.
Meanwhile, two little souls chuckled with glee as they hovered around them, knowing that they had made an ideal choice for their future parents-to-be.
The End.