"Daddy. Daddy!" a small voice whispered, pulling Duke out of his sleep.
He sat up quickly, looking around in a brief panic from Jennifer to finally looking at the source of the voice. His three year old daughter looked at him with wide eyes, clinging to her t-shirt and looking nervous.
Duke leaned forward and placed a hand on her little shoulder, "What's wrong, baby girl, what happened?"
"I had a bad dream." came the quiet reply, slightly slurred from sleep.
"Well lucky for you," Jennifer answered, sitting up behind Duke, "Your Daddy and I know just what to do for a nightmare, don't we?"
Duke grinned at Jennifer before turning it to their daughter and picking her up, "Hot chocolate should definitely take care of this."