Nightmares
He woke slowly. As if the claws from his nightmare still held him. Feeling beads of sweat trickling down the side of his head. Vividly recalling the red, there had been blood everywhere. No noise, no sound which had made it worse. He threw back his bed covers needing the cold air against his skin. Lowering his head into his hands. But this reminded him of the darkness that had him trapped. He did not stay like that for long. Getting out of his bed, he made his way over to the window. Looking up into the moon, wishing the moonlight could wash him clean. The same dream, no not dream, nightmare. The same, always the same. Of the night that his family had been taken from him, all seen through a five year old eyes. Now he had a new family. One he had made and old fears could not help and creep in. Thoughts that someone will take it from him and he would not be there or strong enough to stop them. He needed to see her safe, he turned. Looking back over to the bed, taking in the form of his pregnant wife.
Her pink hair was splayed across the bed wildly and he could not help a tiny smirk, as he watched her arm trying to find him in her sleep. Unable to find his warmth, she made a noise. Which reminded him of the horrors in the dream. His face fell, he could feel his Sharingan automatically activate. Turning back to the window all most violently. His stance rigid due to pent up rage.
Eventually two tiny arms enclosed around his waist. He stared down at them, as she lay her head against his back. Unable to get as close as she would have liked due to the baby bump. She began to pepper kisses across his back. Knowing it would calm him and it did. He felt some of the anger and helplessness fall away. As he finally turned, burying his head in her hair. Loosing himself in the scent of her. Unsure how long they stood in each other's arms. He began to feel her leaning on him, realising she was beginning to tire. Lowering himself slightly and in one fluid motion. He had her in his arms, bridal style, tucked safely against his chest.
Carrying her to the bed, he easily got them comfortable. Making sure she had sufficient blankets because he knew she would only complain about it later. With him back in the bed and calmed, she had everything she wanted. He assumed she would fall back to sleep almost immediately. Not him. His mind was far too active. He was calmer, yes. But not quite ready to head back into his nightmares.
He was stunned as she began to sing. He loved her voice. But she rarely sang. She did not really believe him when he told her, how good she was. Or maybe he had not expressed himself very well, he had never really been good with complimenting others. Others generally did not merit his praise, but she did.
He felt his eyes begin to close, as his listened to her calming voice. Leaning down he kissed her forehead.
"Thank you" he whispered, as he tightened his arms around her. With her voice coaxing him to sleep, he did not object and he was rewarded with a dreamless sleep.
End