Genevieve’s POV…..
The last thing I remember is Dean being thrown into a tree. I tried getting up to help him but I couldn’t.
I couldn’t feel my limbs to get up but I could feel the cold everywhere.
The cold disappeared and warmth replaced it.
Goddess I was sleepy. I tried staying awake but I couldn’t.
In an instant I was back at Dean’s house watching my family interact, laugh and live. I was so at peace I could have stayed here forever.
But someone was missing, where’s Lucas?
“Well this is nice.”
I turned around and saw my oldest .
“Lucas?”
He smiled and gave me a big hug.
“Why are you here when you should be over there?” I asked, pointing to the picnic table.
“I wanted to talk to you. So this is what you dream about ?”
I shrugged, “Since I met your father..this is it. He
