I did a thing. It's a short thing and probably lame but I saw a prompt on Tumblr and I had to do it. Anyway, the prompt was "Imagine your OTP being woken up in the middle of the night by their young child and the kid ending up sleeping between them because of a nightmare." From OPT Prompts. Tell me what you think?
Thunder and Nightmares
"M-mommy?"
She vaguely heard the voice followed by tiny hands shaking her shoulder.
"Mommy!"
The voice came louder a second time, then a loud crack, thunder. Jane finally rolled over to see her three year old sons, holding hands and tears in their eyes.
"What's up guys?"
"I had a nightmare." One of the boys answered, "Dom got scared from da thunda."
This summer had been full of thunderstorms; tonight was one of the worst of the season. Dominic had been scared of them since he was a baby, Dylan, much like Jane, loved the storms. Unfortunately for Jane, she decided that since Dominic fell asleep early, Dylan could stay up and watch a scary movie with her. Maura warned her that it would give their son nightmares but when did Jane ever think rationally? And now, her twin sons stood by her side of the California King bed, one crying from the storm and the other crying from a nightmare.
"Ok, climb up." Jane's raspy voice spoke softly as to not wake up the boys' other, sound asleep, mother.
"Jane, take them to the bathroom first, I just had these sheets dry-cleaned after the storm two days ago and Dominic peed the bed."
"So much for not wakin' up Mama, huh?" The boys giggled as Jane climbed out of bed and ushered her sons to the bathroom.
Less than five minutes later, Maura felt the bed dip slightly, then again, then one more time as her sons and wife climbed into the bed. She was glad they upgraded to a California King, she had feared that the queen bed would not be suitable for their growing family, and she was right. Even on such a large bed, their larger than the average three year old boys took up quite a bit of space.
Dominic was the bigger of the boys but his personality was much smaller, he was a Mama's boy, as Jane called it, always attached to Maura's hip. Dylan, on the other hand, was small but loud. Jane often made a joke that Dylan was making up for the 7 minutes between his brother's birth and his own.
Once both boys were in comfortably situated in the bed, Dominic curled into Maura's side, and Dylan sprawled out next to Jane, Maura looked over at her wife and smiled. Jane attempted to lean over her sons to kiss her wife but couldn't get quite close enough. With a slightly sad look on her face, Jane settled for blowing a kiss before laying her head next to Dylan's and quickly falling asleep.
Maura silently thanked a God she didn't exactly believe in for sending her Jane and their children before falling asleep herself.