Sanctuary - Delta Goodrem
Closer to the sun,
To your heart I run.
It was a chilly night in LA, and Drake and Mindy were curled up beneath the covers. Drake had fallen asleep about a half hour ago while Mindy was struggling to join him in dreamland. She was freezing, so she was snuggled up to him as close as she could manage, feeling his breath warm and even against her neck.
Mindy hadn't slept much lately due to things being hectic at work, and it was finally taking its toll on her. She was exhausted and frustrated that sleep wasn't coming as quickly as she wanted. Her mind wouldn't stop racing. She was thinking of case study after case study that lied ahead of her, testimonies she had to give, people she had to prove guilty – all of it. She couldn't get her mind to shut down. Mindy kept looking at the clock, thinking about how she couldn't function on so few hours of sleep. Then her mind wandered to the fact that in a few months, she and Drake would have a baby, and she would have to function on little sleep. It would become the new normal. And that was a daunting realization.
After lying in bed for over an hour without falling asleep, she felt herself slowly succumb. Her eyes were just about to close, and she was about to drift off when she felt Drake's hand snake onto her pregnant stomach.
"Drake, what are you doing?" Mindy asked wearily, turning to him. "I thought you were asleep."
"Well, I was," he replied, and she could see his deep eyes glisten in the slight glow of the moonlight, "but I had a nightmare that something was wrong with the baby, and…"
A grin spread across Mindy's face as she felt Drake gently rubbing her belly. "All is fine. Goodnight. I love you."
"I love you, too, baby," Drake whispered, kissing her cheek.