Just something I felt like writing because angst is fabulous. Based on spoilers from the trailer only.

Shrek couldn't sleep.

He'd tossed, turned, groaned, moaned, gotten grumpy, twisted and muttered choice words, and still it evaded him. The entire idea of sleep tonight was completely futile, and it was annoying him. As those close to him knew, he was the sort of ogre who could sleep through a plane crash; not now, however. He was being kept awake by simultaneously the most beautiful and irritating thing he knew of.

Emotions.

At times, Shrek detested the fact that he was able to feel emotion; he had detested it when his parents had died as a child, he had detested it when the solitude of adolescence and adult life had crushed him and he was detesting it right now.

Fear. It had always been Shrek's least favourite emotion.

Before he had had a wife and friends, he'd feared nothing and no one. However, now he had so much to lose, he could be afraid. Very much so.

Tonight, what was scaring him - terrifying him - was the possibility that he could lose the one thing that he could not live without. The woman who slept so enviably peacefully beside him. His pregnant wife.

It was happening to her mother - she was losing the one she loved. There was nothing to stop it happening to him either, and the mere idea was destroying him. He could not lose her.

"I need you," he whispered softly, wrapping his arms gently around her frame, to which she sighed gently and let out a small snore. He did: she kept him sane, happy, wanted, valued and most importantly loved. He couldn't stand losing those feelings, and he could not stand losing the ones he had for her. He loved her too much to let her go.

Shrek knew that Fiona wouldn't voluntarily leave him, but she could be taken from him - he could be asleep and something could happen and he would never be able to forgive himself. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he held her more closely.

The ogre let out an exasperated sigh as the physical show of misery gave way to sense. She was here with him, and she was safe. Nothing was going to happen, and the probability of her suddenly dying was ridiculously low and simply idiotic to consider the possibility of. The scenario of her mother having to cope with her father dying had simply made him think into things too much and correlate them to his own situation, and a thoughtful Shrek was often one that didn't do himself any favours. He was just too fragile.

Shrek could take on tens of soldiers simultaneously, but he wasn't strong enough to handle her death.

You won't have to be, his heart responded gently, smiling to him internally. Look at her, Shrek; she's fine. She won't leave you.

"Please don't," he mumbled into her ear, kissing her softly on the cheek as he did so. "I can't lose you without losing myself."

"Mmm…" Fiona murmured in her sleep, startling him somewhat. "Won't leave…"

"Good," he responded quietly, his soul slightly sated as he cuddled her close to him. "I love you, Fiona."

"Love you more…"

Shrek couldn't quite suppress a smile.

"I very much doubt it," he commented. "Sleep now, Fi."

Within seconds, his wife had drifted off again, and he continued to watch her as he felt drowsiness cloud his mind.

Sleep, silly, his heart berated kindly.

But what if… his irrational mind began to ask in anxiety, to which the rational aspect of Shrek and his heart sighed in both frustration and sympathy.

Stop it. Don't do this to yourself when there's no need. There's nothing wrong with Fiona. She's safe, Shrek. She's not going anywhere.

"I know."

Then stop worrying!

He smiled properly this time, the worry disappearing steadily.

"Night," he whispered placidly to the ogress next to him, placing a hand on her stomach and kissing her as his eyes closed. Moments later, dreamless sleep claimed him for the first time in several days.