(Note: This was a rather experimental piece for me, as it's not a point of view I've tried to write before.)
~Embrace~
Christine woke, her heart pounding, her arms wrapped tightly around Bunny. She couldn't quite remember the dream, but it had been scary, and she had been alone.
She wasn't alone, she knew that. And she was a big girl. She was going to be an older sister.
But she felt alone, never mind Bunny.
Taking the rabbit with her, she slipped out of bed and crept to the door. It was open a bit, a crack of light illuminating her room enough for her to see. She opened it a bit more, and then smiled at the voices she could hear coming from the living room. She couldn't understand the words, but Mommy said something and it made Daddy laugh.
It was a nice sound.
Softly, she padded down the hall, peeked around the corner so she could see them. They were on the sofa, with Daddy's arms around Mommy. He whispered something to her, and now it was her turn to laugh. And then she kissed him.
Christine liked it when they kissed.
It had been scary during those days when Daddy wasn't there. He and Mommy had both said that he still loved them, but Mommy had been sad, and there hadn't been any laughter at all.
It was better now. Daddy was there to make silly pancakes, tuck her in at night, and make Mommy laugh.
No longer afraid, but not quite ready to go back to her bed, she laid down on the floor, right where she was, and rested her head on Bunny. She could go join them, she knew, but she liked watching them.
She was nearly asleep when she heard, "Looks like we've got an audience, Bones."
And just that fast she went from the floor to curled up on Daddy's lap, while Mommy tucked the sofa throw around her. "Did you have a nightmare, Christine?"
She shook her head, burrowed into them. "Bunny likes to watch you kiss."
Daddy laughed, and she felt him kiss her hair. "Bunny is a peeping tom."