All is calm

And I can hear things

Taniths beautiful voice drifted in from the nursery, where Roxy slept. Ghastly watched from the doorway as Tanith waltzed around the room with Roxy in her arms.

In my arms

You are sleeping

After several laps around the small room, Tanith nestled her daughter into the thick bundle of blankets. Brushing Roxy's hair back from her head, Tanith leaned down and kissed her daughter on the head. Stepping back, she just watched her daughter drift into dreamland.

Stepping forward, Ghastly moved behind Tanith. Sliding his arms around her waist, he tugged her into his warmth. Tanith sighed in contentment, leaning back and resting her head on her husbands shoulder. Ghaslty rested his chin on top of her head and they just stood and watched their peaceful daughter.

Ghastly's POV

Every time Ghastly blinked, images of life before ghosted across his eyelids. The memories of the battles he fought in. Tanith coming back from the field, limping and bleeding profoundly.

Sometimes he would jolt awake at night from the nightmares. The horrors that his mind imagined. The startlingly real images of his dead wife and daughter.

He gripped Tanith tighter, holding her to him. Cradling her in his arms.

"I love you,"he breathed into her hair. Ghastly whispered those same words to her as they climb into bed. He whispered the same words to her as they drifted off to sleep. Ghastly would whisper those same words forever.

Tanith's POV

She loved him. She always would. But she couldn't help but feel guilty at all the guilt she caused him, when she was a remnant. What she had done, the horror she had caused him was unforgivable. And it was wrong to feel remorse when Billy-Ray died. She shouldn't have cried out to him when the blade cut his throat. She wished she could change what she had done, wished that she wasn't the b***h that made him wake in the middle of the night, plagued with unwanted nightmares.

There were two words that she whispered to him once he was asleep. Two words that weighed on her twenty-four seven. Two words that were probably the only apology she could give.

I'm sorry...

Roxy's POV

She couldn't walk. Couldn't talk. Couldn't tell them how she felt. But these two people in her life, her mother and father, all she could feel from them was overwhelming love. Love for her, love for their friends and most of all love for one another.