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A/N: Yes! It's an update!. Sorry it took so long. I've had some interesting story ideas. I started a fanfic for the Twilight series (if you are a fan of mine or the series will you please read?). So yeah, I can't just abandon this one. I'll try and update all of my stories.

Johnny's POV

I couldn't sleep very well. Annie might have thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. I was too happy. I'd never ha the nerve to ask her about marrying me. I never thought someone would ant o marry me. I guess I was wrong. I love Annie more than I've ever loved anyone. I love Cleo too. I want to be able o give her a sibling. A baby brother or sister.

Pony's going to flip when I tell him that I'm planning on marrying Annie. Although I don't see a reason for him to doubt it. He's been very supportive these last three years. I've tried to be just as supportive for what ever girls he was falling for. They never worked out. Pony's just having a hard time finding the one. I don't see why any girl would ever break up with him. He's a good guy.

I heard whimpering suddenly. Annie didn't seem to notice. When I looked at her, she was fast asleep. Usually even the tiniest noise wakes her up. I guess she had a long day. I knew the whimpering belonged to Cleo. She suffered nightmares every couple days. I wasn't about to wake Annie up. I could comfort Cleo myself. So I got out of bed quietly and slowly. Annie could still wake up. Bu she didn't, and I tiptoed to Cleo's small room.

She was sitting up on her bed. Her thin blonde hair unkempt, clutching Froggie. It looked like she was crying. I hated o see her so scared. I never liked it when little kids, especially girls, cried. Even when I never knew Annie, and Cleo wasn't born yet. I sat down next to her. She didn't say anything or look at me.

"Did you have another nightmare, princess?" I asked. She nodded and wiped her pale face with the back of her tiny hand. "Come here."

I pulled her onto my lap. She was so little. It was hard to believe that not too long ago I knew nothing about kids. I guess Cleo changed that. It was times like these that I really felt like a father.

"Will you tell me what happened?" I rubbed her back to try and calm her down.

"It hurt. My neck hurt really bad. I didn't know what happened. I was in the street and there were lights flashing, and it was dark. That's all I remember."

I tensed. Something about the details of that dream was familiar. Then it clicked. Ronni. Annie's little sister who spoke pig Latin when she was having a private conversation with her sister. But why was Cleo having these dreams. Cleo knew nothing of her dead aunt. I could see why it scared her. Cleo was only three years old, and she was having dreams of dieing of a broken neck, in the middle of he street, with police lights around her. The only nightmares three year olds should have were of the boogie man. These reams were all too realistic for her.

"I don't wanna sleep in here, Daddy," she said softly.

"Okay, princess. You can sleep in me and Mommy's bed."

"Can I bring Froggie?"

"Of course. You have to go right to sleep, though. You'll be tired tomorrow."

She rubbed her eyes and nodded. I carried her to he bedroom Annie and I shared. She scooted over to the middle, clutching Froggie in her arms. I got in after. She cuddled up to me. I kissed her forehead.

" Love you, Daddy."

"Love you too, princess. Now go to sleep."

Annie's POV

I woke up in the morning to see Cleo snuggled up to Johnny with Froggie in her arms. It was an adorable sight, but I couldn't help knowing that she was here because of another nightmare. She never seemed to remember the dream either. I'd been waking up to her little cries at night. I wonder why I didn't last night. Maybe because I was too damn tired. Well, at least Johnny took care of it.

I got out of bed an started to pour cereal for myself. I'd make oatmeal for Cleo when she got up (or when I woke her up), and Johnny usually made himself toast (it was no wonder he was a twig.) I had only taken a few bites when Johnny came out from the bedroom. He looked more tired than usual, but he still kissed me good morning.

"Didn't sleep well?"

"No. Cleo had a nightmare, and I was having trouble getting to sleep before than anyway."

"I'm sorry." I gave him a more lustful kiss. It usually made him feel better. He did smile, but it didn't last long.

"Cleo has been having dreams of Ronni's car accident," he said. The name stung. We hadn't spoken of her since our first date. I'd been much happier not thinking of it. "I'm sorry, but I though you should know."

"No, no. It's alright. I'm glad you told me. I'll talk to her about it on the way to her preschool."