We fight, we make up

After making sure I'd eaten, Christian went back to the office. He still had work to do. I hadn't realized until now how much he worked. Just like dad. He was almost never around, and even on weekends, he was in his office. 

The first month after we got married, I'd assumed he was avoiding me. I knew better now. 

The sound of my door creaking open woke me up. My eyes, heavy with sleep, adjusted slowly to the darkness. I groaned, sitting up.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?"

My lips spread into a smile when I heard his voice. His hands wrapped around my body, and I pulled him into bed with me. We lay down together, my back pressed against his chest as he held me close.

"Are you Just getting back? What time is it?"

"It's almost one. Go back to sleep."

I dozed off easily in his arms. When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in bed.

Had that been a dream?