AN: This is part of the LIMH universe(I highly recommend you read that first however I'm going to try to make it so you can follow with the help of one authors note, The Lima Institution of Mental Health, but is going to be a series of drabbles and one-shots. Mostly Brittana but might include Faberry/Wemma/Tike. As of right now it's going to be drastically lighter than it's predecessor but still might have some heavy chapters..
This one all you have to know is Lucas was born early but health and Santana has night terrors.
I knew the day would come. I just wished it didn't have to happen so soon. Lucas had caught up to his age before for his first birthday and just had his third birthday. It started like all her nightmares start with a whimpering whine. I lightly shake her planting kisses on the back of her neck. "San come on baby wake up, your having a bad dream." It wasn't working so I shook her harder. By now she was sobbing loudly. I knew she was due for a bad on as she hasn't had one since we met Rachel and Quinn back home in Lima, and that was three months ago. "Honey you have to wake up, you're going to wake Lucas."
"Stop it! Nononono ahhh!" She thrashed about knocking over the bedside lamp.
"Mama! Mami!" he yells clumsily running toward our bedroom. I quickly dump the remains of my water on her. She wraps around me crying into my shirt. "Mama Mami." Lucas runs in looking scared. I pat my side of the bed for him to crawl in with us. "Mama why is Mami crying" he asks. I looking in to those chocolate marbles searching for a way to tell him the truth with out telling him why she has such bad nightmares.
"She had a bad dream pumpkin."
"But she's a grown up."
"Grown ups have bad dreams too."
He frowned giving one of my famous pouts, before running out of the room. He returns with his foam baseball bat. "Where's the monster hiding, let me at him!" He scans the room with a brave stance.
Santana chuckes into my chest before siting up, "You scared him my big brave boy." she pats a space between us. He puts his bat down before snuggling in, falling asleep almost the moment he gets under the covers. "You handled that well." she says kissing me over his head.
"Try to get back to sleep if your still shaken tomorrow you can talk about it, if you want."
"Nah, not much different than the others. Goodnight Britt..." she yawned and with in another minute she was out too. I sighed thankful that I am able to postpone explaining why she had nightmares. We'll have to tell him eventually just like we would have to tell him why I talk to myself or even why he doesn't have your tv dad. He was going to find out eventually as San and I have both plateaued and could only maintain this level of sanity but that was a battle we could fight another day hopfully when he was much older. But for tonight I am happy to be kicked in the ribs by our three year old, because it wouldn't be too long before he was 'too cool' to sleep in his parents bed or 'too cool' to kiss us goodnight. Because just yesterday it seems I was breastfeeding him. He was already growing too fast.
