Frieda Knight was the first of the three to wake up; Spencer Lawson and Eric Anderson were soon up shortly after. All three had a night of intense passion followed by some bizarre dreams. All three look in each others vivid green eyes for a few minutes. All silently nod at what they dreamed. Slowly all three head upstairs to see Eric’s mother in the kitchen. Neither three knew that Eric’s parents spent a night of their own at an adults only location known as the Were Club.
“Good morning,” Martha beams; “Did you three have a good time?”
“That’s one way to put it,” Eric grins sheepishly; “Did have this wild dream afterwards.”
“Oh what was the dream,” Martha getting curious as she places more of Saturday’s leftover breakfast food on the table; “Sorry. More leftover breakfast feast.”
“That’s fine Mrs. Anderson,” Frieda politely answers as she starts shoveling food into her mouth.
“Now about that dream,” Martha states as she sits down at the table with the three teenagers still in their fursonas.
Eric is about to start when Spencer interrupts.
“It’s like this,” Spencer starts; “Eric, myself and Frieda were in the hospital. Frieda and I were in labor.” Spencer goes on to explain that the three were clearly several years older; Eric and her where married but still had a sexual relationship with Frieda. At the hospital Frieda and Spencer each gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Spencer naming her daughter Martha Maggie Anderson, While Frieda names her Daughter Bethany Anderson-Knight.
“That’s not the half of it Mrs. Anderson,” Frieda adding to the chat; “we had the dream twice. The second time this odd man visited us and we had what one could be described as a strange chat.”
“What kind of strange chat,” Martha looking worried.
“The kind where he explains why Frieda’s and Spencer’s eyes are the same vivid shade of green as mine,” Eric speaks up; “we have a bond that transcends love; similar to the life bond were-foxes form, but only deeper.”
“Ah,” Martha finally noticing that all three do have the same color eyes; “how old would you say you three were in this dream?”
“About ten years older than were are now,” Eric hazarding a guess.
“Oh thank heavens then,” Martha sighing with relief; “for a minute I thought you were describing one of those teen pregnancy pacts; or at least then end stage of one.”
“Fear not Mrs. Anderson,” Frieda finishing breakfast; “I take my were-birth control pill daily.”
“As do I,” Spencer adds.
“Did you take one already,” Martha looking concerned.
“Not yet,” Frieda answers; “But I do have them in my overnight bag.”
“Okay,” Martha changing the conversation; “Eric when you are done breakfast, you and I are going clothes shopping today. After your conversion to that of a were, your existing clothes are clearly too small.”
“I better call my uncle,” Frieda was speaking up; “so he can pick me up and take me to the hospital to see my mom.”
Spencer and Eric silently nodded; they knew her father was also at the hospital having tests done to find out if he is bi-polar or not. They also knew Frieda had to have a talk with him regarding their dreams with the strange man. With all three getting up they look into each other’s eyes; remember what the strange man said; ‘As long as you stay together in both heart and soul, nothing will keep you apart; not even an ocean or a continent.’ They smile upon remembering those words. Eric heading upstairs to his room; to shift and get dressed. Spencer and Frieda headed back downstairs; to get their overnight bags and do the same.
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Thirty minutes later Lance Knight pulls up to the Anderson household. Looking bleary eyed and in need of coffee; he was up most of the night making love to Lila Carpenter, his newest girlfriend and with hope his wife after both getting to know each other further. Waving goodbye to Eric and Spencer; Frieda gets into the car and her uncle drives off.
“Did you have a good time,” Lance asks.
“Yes,” Frieda dreamily answers; “it was a joyous night.”
Lance smiles, “who gave you the most fun?”
“Both,” Frieda answers coyly.
Lance laughs, “Well at least you’re well rested for what the day might hold.” Lance holds back a yawn as he and Frieda head to the hospital to check on Amanda and Benton Knight.
“We should pick up some coffee for mom before we get to the hospital,” Frieda remarks; “You could also use some as well.
“Good ideal,” Lance comments.
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Minutes later Lance pulls into the visitor parking lot at the hospital. Getting out Lance is a lot more alert after picking up a large black coffee from café Luna. Frieda was carrying a tray with another large black coffee for her father and a latte for her mother. Lance leading his niece to Amanda’s room; both head in to see Benton sleeping in a chair next to Amanda and Amanda just waking up. She sees her daughter with a tray from café Luna; Amanda instantly perks up.
“Oh I hope one of those coffees is for me,” Amanda breathing in the intoxicating aroma coming from the tray.