I shot up out of the bed my eyes wide looking around

I shot up out of the bed my eyes wide looking around. Henry looked frightened. I grabbed him, crying.

"What's wrong? Did you have that dream? Did Caleb get hurt again?" He asked.

"I did have the dream again, but it was so different this time. Caleb wasn't even in it." I managed.

"What happened this time?" He whispered softly.

"I don't want to talk about it." I told him softly. He kissed the top of my head.

"That's okay." He said. "I don't have to know."

"I'll still tell you, I'm just not ready now." I mumbled. I kissed his cheek. "I love you Henry."

"I love you too." He told me as he kissed me back. "Lay down. You need to sleep."

"NO! I don't want to have that dream again. Not that one, it's too scary." I yelled.

"Nothing can hurt you, not while I'm here." He told me softly. "It'll be okay." He brushed his soft lips against my neck and wiped my tears off of my cheeks. I lied down and pulled the covers over myself. He cuddled up to me and hummed the lullaby he always did after my dreams. I fell asleep in his arms, not ever wanting him to leave me.