Once again, Ana found herself sneaking into her home late at night. Pausing once again at every cricket chirp and every squeaky step. The couple made it up to her room this time when she flipped on the switch there was no lanky, black-haired brother to greet her with questions. Willie looked around the small room. There were pictures on her dresser of the time before this place. There was Ana and Carson with their parents and their little brother. It was obvious who Carson looked like, his father most definitely. Dark hair, strong facial features, green-brown eyes that bore into you. Ana, on the other hand was a mixture of both. She had her mothers hair...thick red-blond. Her father's eyes that same piercing green-brown. Her mother's nose also found it's way onto her face. The lips however were all her own. They were full with the upper one slightly smaller than the bottom. The baby in the picture was so little it was difficult to tell who it would resemble. Willie sighed, it was a shame that the family in that happy picture was only together for 6 short months. "Willie?" Ana's voice brought him out of the quiet he had sunken into. "Yeah babe?" Ana had changed into pajamas. They were nothing fancy, just flannel pants and a Blindside T-shirt that was several sizes to big. Clearly nothing would be going on tonight. "You were just really quiet. I did not know if you were like about to pass out or something. You ready for bed?"
"No." He whipped off his hoodie and his jeans so he was in his boxers. "Now I am." He lay down next to Ana, his arms wrapped tight around her. They slept together, dreaming their own private dreams. Well, that is Willie was. Ana was still shaken by the Old Woman's prophecy.
