First Meeting

I had a bunch of dreams last night, I’m sure of that. Most of them I just remember as flashes and glimpses of random bits of stories. The most coherent one I could remember though was about my friend Cindy, the one who is due to have her girl in a couple more months.
I was walking through the living room of a high ceilinged, wide windowed, hard-wood floor house with crisp white walls. Golden sunlight was splashing through the windows giving the whole house a wonderfully comfortable glow. Despite it being bare of furniture, it felt like a home, though apparently just barely being moved into.
From the living room was a shot hallway that lead to a decent sized bedroom with a large window and a door leading to the back yard. My friend Cindy and her boyfriend were clutching paintbrushes and with long strokes, were painting the wall a lima bean green (for lack of a better description). But the color was adorable I assure you.
I had noticed my friend Cindy was holding her baby; it was not surprising, so I had known this fact already. I was, however, a bit concerned with the fumes of the paint lingering in the room. I asked, “Why don’t you guys have this door open?” I reached for the handle and opened it to green grass filled back yard. “Actually why don’t you just let me hold her,” I insisted to Cindy. She obliged to have a better stance to paint.
It seemed like the first time I was seeing her. She was wrapped like a burrito in a pink and white stripped blanket with only her little face peering through. Her adorably round head had dark almost black hair atop her head, and a dainty nose and mouth. But most shocking of all was her wide sparkling brown eyes with long lashes framing her huge orbs. She was so cute.
Suddenly, Cindy came up to me saying her dad was home and had not yet told him, so I should go with the baby to another room until she told him. (The strangest part of this dream is Cindy’s dad had passes a few years ago from a heart attack). From room to room a was just a step ahead of her father looking for what Cindy was and I were hiding. But finally Cindy had finally calmed her father and told him the ordeal.
He seemed upset and mad at first, but once I brought out Cindy’s baby for him to see, he instantly melted and tears started to stream down his face.