sarah was grateful to have dream and lennon there with her. neither of them had called her stupid for ending up in that situation — if anything, they had only been incredibly gentle with her. she was still crying against dream’s shoulder, and she would’ve understood if the other had pulled away. after all, they had been seeing each other, and now dream had just found out sarah was pregnant and didn’t even know who the father was. when dream suggested they sit down, sarah nodded, trying to keep the tears from spilling again. as dream guided them inside, sarah sat on the couch and stayed close, still clinging to her side like she needed that contact to stay grounded. the feeling of dream’s hand resting against her thigh soothed her in a way she couldn’t explain. as dream talked about hitting rock bottom herself, about feeling like there was nowhere else to go, sarah took a shaky breath. she nodded. there was nothing else to do but find a way through it. “thanks, dream,” she whispered, her voice breaking again. she leaned in and wrapped her arms around the girl, holding onto her tightly for a second before pulling back just enough to look at her sister too. “thanks, lennon,” she sighed softly. “i really didn’t think this was how you two were going to meet.” she tried to laugh, to lighten the heaviness in the room, but it came out fragile and sad. she was trying to rebuild her walls already, even when everything inside her felt like it was crumbling. she turned slightly, still pressed close to dream like she was afraid of moving too far away. “dream, this is my sister lennon,” she introduced softly, glancing between them. then she looked at lennon. “and lennon, this is dream.” a faint, sad smile tugged at her lips. “the only good thing that came out of me sleeping around, apparently,” she admitted, trying to joke through the pain. then she exhaled and looked between them again, cheeks flushed from crying. “is this awkward?” she asked with a weak little laugh.
Dream stayed exactly where she was when Sarah cried into her shoulder, not flinching, not pulling away, only shifting enough to make it easier for her to lean there. One arm wrapped around Sarah’s back, her hand rubbing slow, steady circles between her shoulders while the other remained warm against her thigh. There was no judgment in Dream’s face, only a softness that made space for every messy feeling in the room. When Sarah thanked her, Dream’s expression tightened for a second with emotion before she shook her head lightly. “You never have to thank me for being here,” she said quietly. “I’m here because I want to be.” She accepted the hug instantly, folding Sarah close and holding her with surprising gentleness, chin brushing briefly against the top of her head. When Sarah pulled back to introduce them, Dream glanced to Lennon and offered a small nod, calm and sincere. “Nice to meet you, Lennon,” she said softly. Then Sarah made her joke, and Dream’s brows lifted as she turned back toward her. Without missing a beat, she reached up and brushed a tear-damp strand of hair back from Sarah’s face. “First of all,” she murmured, voice warm but firm, “you’re not going to talk about yourself like that right now.” Her thumb lingered near Sarah’s cheek for a second before she let her hand fall. “No,” she said softly, firmly. “It’s not awkward. It’s just the circumstances we met under.” She gave Sarah’s thigh a reassuring squeeze. “If anything, I’m glad I’m here. Even if it’s messys.” She shifted closer on the couch, shoulder pressing into Sarah’s. “So no, not awkward. Just real." Dream gave a small glance toward Lennon before looking back at Sarah, then let out a quiet breath like she may as well be honest while everything else was already out in the open. “I did sleep with your sister, and I’m not gonna pretend it was some whirlwind romance.” Her tone stayed light, but there was no cruelty in it, just blunt honesty. “It was a one-night thing.” She lifted one shoulder in a small shrug before adding, “But we got back into contact not too long ago.” Dream’s hand slid reassuringly over Sarah’s thigh again, grounding and gentle. “So if anyone’s worried about weirdness, don’t be. We’re adults. We know what it was, and we know what it is now.” She glanced to Lennon, then back to Sarah. “Right now what matters is you, Sarah. The pasts the past."













