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Alex saw that she was very quiet when he picked her up, and assumed she was tired. She was as sweet as ever through the evening, and he even found her watching him on several occasions. When he questioned her, she only shook her head. Alex wished she would share what was in her heart.
Once in bed for the night, Marcail found herself with the same wish. She knew shed had several opportunities to tell him, but she had stayed silent. Now she wondered how she would feel if he was called away and something happened and he never came back? She would never have had the joy of telling him of her love.
Her tortuous thoughts did not lead to a good nights rest. Within two hours of falling asleep, Marcail awakened in the midst of a vivid nightmare. For the first time in their marriage, Alex woke to find her moving about the house in the middle of the night.
Marcail? he called softly to her as he came to the bedroom door. He found her standing before the window, hugging her arms around herself.
Marcail, are you all right?
Im sorry I woke you.
She sounded breathless, and Alex realized she was crying. He came forward and put his arms around her. She let her back fall against his chest.
Bad dream?
Yes. Her voice was little more than a whisper.
Want to talk about it?
Marcail turned in his arms, I wouldnt have let you fall, she told him, the light from the full moon catching the tears on her face.
In your dream I was falling?
Yes, she said, her voice catching. You were falling from a cliff, and I was at the top. You kept begging me to catch you. You said if I loved you I would catch you, but I couldnt reach you. I wouldnt have let you fall, AlexI wouldnt have!
Shhh. Alex pulled her against his chest. It was only a dream. Of course you wouldnt let me fall.
You dont understand. Marcail pulled away from him, feeling desperate to make him understand. What if you really did die, and I never told you I loved you. I couldnt stand it, Alex; I just couldnt stand it! I do love you, Alex, more than I can say. I wanted to tell you all evening, but I couldnt find the words.
Alex continued to hold her and spoke softly. Im sorry you had the dream, but Im not sorry about what you told me.
You dont seem very surprised, Marcail whispered to him and hiccuped.
Ive known for some time that you were in love with me.
Why didnt you say anything? This question accompanied yet another hiccup.
Alex chuckled and admitted. There are some things a man likes to hear voluntarily.