A/N - Here's a small one-shot for you guys! Hope you like it.
You awoke suddenly in the middle of the night and glanced over at the clock on your nightstand.3:53 am, it read. You were confused as to what had woken you, but you thought nothing of it and rolled over onto your left side, facing the wall of yours and Will's bedroom.
And that's when you heard it. The creaking of floorboards. You shook your head and closed your eyes again, thinking that you were imagining it.
You wished that you were.
You rose quietly into a sitting position when the sound of footsteps reached your ears. A feeling of fear alarmed your senses and you quickly shuffled over to the gun safe that was on Will's side of the bed. You internally cursed at him for choosing tonight as the night to visit his friend.
Your mind wandered to your son sleeping peacefully in the room across the hall but you were instantly alert again to the noise of the bathroom door downstairs creaking open. Dread filled you when you realised that your gun was downstairs on the kitchen table. You wanted to scream for not taking up Morgan's offer of him teaching you hand-to-hand combat. Because now, you were completely and utterly defenceless.
Fight or flight? You asked yourself as you recognised the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs. You immediately settled for the latter and eyed the window to your right. But that's when you remembered one thing.
Henry.
The three-year-old had no idea of what was happening. You raced to open the door and proceeded in making your way into Henry's room. You pushed open the door and lifted the blonde-haired boy from his bed, being extra careful as to not wake him up. You thanked every god that your son was not a light sleeper.
Just as you were about to turn around you felt a hand on your shoulder. With a scream, you spun around and stared at the figure in front of you with wide eyes. Panic overcame you as you remained standing beside your son's race-car bed.
"Can I ask you a question?" they asked.
You didn't even bother answering, but instead, you dropped your head in shame and worked in re-tucking Henry back under the covers of his bed.
"Cher, what the hell were you doin'?"
You shoved him out of the doorway and closed the door behind you.
"Will!" you shouted at him once you were in the hallway outside your bedroom.
"Wha'?" He questioned with a look of complete bewilderment.
"You just about scared me to death!" You yelled with a hint of laughter in your voice.
"You wouldn't think that you were an F.B.I. agent, Cher," your husband chuckled.
"Oh, shut up!" You said while slapping his arm playfully.
And that's when he silently grabbed your hand and started slowly leading you through the doors and into your bedroom.
"Where are we going?" you whined.
"I, am going to make it up to you," he responded, leading you to your bed before kissing you gently on the lips.
You couldn't argue with that.
A/N - Please review!