At first, his dream was nothing, just darkness. Then suddenly it all swirled, and couleurs began emerging. Eventually, they stopped, and a picture emerged.

Greg was fervently s’embrasser Lisa, and she was eagerly returning his entusiasm. They fell onto the bed, and, alas, the dream swirled again.

Now they were in a delivery room, and Lisa was squeezing House's hand, tears streaming down her face. The doctor was telling her to push - not much longer to go. Greg winced painfully as Lisa hit a especially strong contraction and squeezed his hand harder than ever.
"Come on, Lisa, toi can do this. We can do this."

Once again the dream swirled, and now they were in the park - the park that Lisa always found him in when he was "hiding" from her.
She had a huge, dazzling smile on her face, and was holding a two-year old girl that was profusly giggling. He took the child from her, and held it in the air, marveling at the thing he had created. The crisp fall air whipped at her jet-black curls, and her already bright blue eyes seemed to brighten even more.

"She has your hair," he commenté to Lisa.
"Yeah," she countered, taking the girl from him, "But she has your eyes."
He laughed, and they kissed, holding the child between them.

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Back in his bed, Greg sat up suddenly. In his mind, he replayed what he had seen over and over agin, unbelieving..
"My Lord..." he said, falling backwards against his pillows and looked at the ceiling.


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