Fitful Dreaming?

I woke today held tight in Maxell's arms in our bedroom. He was shifting and tense and murmuring the word duty like a curse. *??* What was he dreaming? What happened to him on his mission?

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair to soothe him. he rolled a little and nuzzled into my neck.

Oh Max. One day... one day... we will have our own life... with duties of out choosing. I kissed his brow and drifted back for some more sleep.