Word Count: 1042
Summary: Leonard has a nightmare.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Big Bang Theory or the characters.

He wakes up with a jolt and in a cold sweat, the nightmare still present in his mind. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He's shaking, and debating on whether he should call his wife or not. Deciding not to bother her as she's probably busy with work, he just sits on his bed for a long time, trying to calm himself down. He's clinging to his inhaler as if life depended on it, just in case he needed it. It doesn't take long for his breathing to go back to normal, but his heart was still beating like crazy. It would help if he could take the nightmare out of his head, just push it as far away from his mind as possible.

But no matter how much he tried to take those pictures away from his memories, all he could remember was how it felt to be trapped in that pitched black room, a room that seemed to not have a way out of. He remembers feeling claustrophobic, a tad concerned about something else he couldn't recall. For some reason, the fact that he couldn't remember only made him think about his nightmare just so he could pinpoint that reason.

He feels his own heart beat slower, and slower, until the moment where it stabilized to its normal self. Refraining from calling his wife once again, he just turns the light off, puts his inhaler back to where it was, and goes back to sleep.

It only takes a few hours for him to wake up once again. When he wakes up, he gets up so fast that his head his spinning, his breathing worse than it was before, and his heartbeat was off the charts. He hugs his own knees trying to calm himself down, but that somehow only makes things worse. He desperately tries to get a hold of his inhaler, shaking like a leaf as his hand scans through his nightstand looking for it. Not finding makes him panic even more than he already was, and he feels himself losing conscience, the room spinning and turning black.

Suddenly, the door opens quietly, and he feels an inhaler in his hands, one he gladly takes and uses, making the world going slightly to normal. It's only a few moments later that he realizes who gave him that lifesaver, that woman that stares at him more concerned than he had ever saw her.

"Hey. You okay now?" She asks, running her hand through his hair and cheek, where she let her hand rest. He could only nod, letting himself be soothed by his wife. "You sure?" He nods again and gives her a smile that is supposed to make her feel better. It doesn't. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"Nightmare." He simply says, still trying to get his heartbeat in check.

She smiles and nods, not leaving her hand from his cheek. At almost four AM, her eyes wanted to close and stay like that until the beginning – if not the end – of the afternoon. But she couldn't go to sleep knowing her husband wasn't feeling alright. After a few seconds of looking to him, she gets up and takes her clothes off, putting herself inside the warm covers and making sure her husband was comfortable and feeling safe against her own body. She only closed her eyes when she felt his breathing shift.

She woke up six hours later with a phone call. Her husband wasn't near her anymore, and for a few seconds she was concerned until she realized he probably went to work. It took her way too many seconds to actually grab her phone and answering it. The call made her jump from her bed and run out of her apartment faster than she ever did.

She never thought that she would ever drive that fast in her life. But as she entered that place she knew like the palm of her hand due to her special visits she loved so much, she wasn't excited. No, the complete opposite, actually. Slightly scared was more like it.

She somehow didn't take the usual ten minutes of walking to get to his lab. She took almost five minutes, and she ran there. His voice on the phone seemed scared, almost like a scared five year old. That's what he sounded like.

When she got to his lab, she didn't even knock. She barged in there, ready for whatever he needed. He didn't even give her time to breath, he was already hugging her, tears streaming down his face, soaking her shirt. She just held him, running her hand through his hair, something she knew that calmed him down.

"I don't know how to do it." He states, the crying coming almost to a stop, but still enveloped in his wife's arms.

"Hey," She calls him, making him look to her. "I don't know how either, okay? But everything will be okay. Stop worrying." She gives him a smile, one he reciprocates.

"Worry should be my middle name, Penny." He chuckles as his wife passes her hand through his cheeks trying to take his tears away from his face.

"But it's not. Your middle name is Leakey, remember?" She laughs, and he just shakes his head and looks to the ground, but with a little smile on his face. "Everything will be okay, Leonard Hofstadter. This is supposed to be a good thing. And it is a good thing." She gives him a hug. "In a couple of months, all of this will just be a memory. And we'll have a little baby to take care of."

"We won't sleep for so long." He complains, and they both chuckle.

"True. Don't worry, honey. If Howard can do it, so can you. I believe you."

"You do, don't you?"

"Yep. We already had a lot of practice with Sheldon anyway, we will the best parents ever!" She then gets away from that warm embrace and walks away, leaving her husband alone and surprised. But then he immediately understands what she's doing, and immediately starts to take his clothes off.

There's no more work for him for the rest of the day.

The End

Another story where I basically throw away S12E03. With the finale around the corner, I actually hope the writers forget about that episode and just gives us a Lenny baby, or at least tell us that Leonard and Penny are expecting. That's all I need to like the finale. Screw Nobel Prizes, Raj and Anu and whatever is going to happen to Howard and Bernadette. All I care for next week is a Lenny baby.