Trixie's nightscare
When Trixie outgrew the bassinet given to her by Aunt Charlotte, Tommy couldn't wait to share his room with her until Stu and Didi gave them their own rooms.
When he was Angelica's age.
Except Tommy didn't care nor did he understand because he was more focused on spending time with his little sister.
Which was why he was standing in his footie pajamas near her crib, holding out his hand in an effort to calm her down.
"No bad baby! Love Tommy! No hurt him!" Trixie wailed.
"It's okay Trixie. You're only having a nightscare," Tommy shushed.
Trixie blinked, her glossy eyes staring back at him.
"No Dil? No bad baby?" She sniffed.
Tommy shook his head. "You're a good baby and the bestest sister ever."
Trixie sniffed, laying back down as the last thing she saw was her big brother climbing back into his bed that had his name on it before her eyes closed, finding herself in a much happier dream.