Dante`s POV
I sat in the nursery holding Clara. Zhalia was taking a nap because she was up late with the baby. She wasn`t sleeping well either. She kept having horrible nightmares. She would wake up screaming. But she wouldn`t tell me why. I`ve been trying to get her to talk to some one. She wouldn`t listen to me. She keeps claiming she`s fine. But each night she wakes up worse than the last. I think it had something to do with Klaus`s death. She was still greaving. I looked into Clara`s amber eyes and smiled. She was four months old now. She looked more and more like Zhalia every day. Right now she was a perfect mixture of both of us now. Her hand reached up and started tugging on my jacket.
"You two look so cute together." Zhalia said from the doorway.
"I thought you were taking a nap." I said.
"I just woke up."
"Have any nightmares?"
"No."
"Good."
"How`s Clara?"
"She`s fine." She took the baby from my arms and cuddled her close. "Are you ever going to tell me what the nighmares are about?"
"They were about you. And Clara." She sat down in the chair next to me and sighed.
"What happened in them."
"Our house was attacked and I forced to watch as they killed you and Clara. The way they killed you was worse every time."
"Why do you think you`re having these dreams?"
"Because ever since I found out Klaus died. I`ve been worried that I`d loose the two people I care about most."
"We`re not going anywere." I leaned over the arm of the chair and kissed her. "I promise." Clara reached her hand out and Zhalia had her take ger finger. "Everything`s gonna be fine."