I was not planning on writing another chap but I was bored and tired and I wrote this
Grace is the first name that popped into my head, and I think it fits with what happened.
Nightmares
Burt held onto his wife for dear life as the creature tried to pull her down. She cries out in pain and terror as it pulls her from her husband's arms.
"BURT!" she screams as it pulls her down.
"HEATHER!" he shouts getting a hold on her hand. Slowing the creature for a second.
"I love you, Burt." were the last words he heard before her hand slips from his grasp and she is pulled under the ground.
Burt shot up in bed a cold sweat covering his body and tears pouring from his eyes. He turned to the woman asleep next to him. He gently rolled her over to see her face. She moans in her sleep as he runs a hand threw her curly hair, proving to himself that she was here and alive. He places a soft kiss to her cheek, and then he got up carful not to wake her. He walks down the hall in nothing but his boxers to a room with pink wallpaper. He walks over to a twin sized bed with purple princess sheets and blankets and he smiles at his little five year old girl. Grace the little life that was born only a few months after his and Heather's life was flipped upside down. He moves a few strays of the girls red hair and gently kisses her cheek then he walks out of the room, closing the door with out a sound. He turns to go back to his room but his wife is standing in front of him. Dressed in her night cloths, still half asleep.
" the dream?" she asked sleepily rubbing some sleep from her eyes. He nods his head yes as he wraps his arms around her waist. She smiled softly, love shining in her eyes, and grabs one of his hands bringing it to cup her face.
"I'm still here..." she whispers turning her head to kiss his palm. "...and I plan on staying for a long, long time." then she leans in and kisses him pouring all of her love for him into their kiss. He kisses her back tenderly. The kiss always banishes the feelings and emotions the nightmare gives to him. When they ran out of air they broke apart. He holds her tightly as they lay back in their bed. He pulls the covers up to their shoulders and holds her in his arms as they fall asleep. But this time he has no dreams, as the reassuring warmth of the woman he loved with all his heart sleeping, safely, in his arms keeps him safe for the night.
If you think I could further please tell me.
R&R