You kept waking up through the night–having nightmares about Jay shoving that awful sackcloth bag over your head. You'd wake up gasping, but thankfully, Max was there. He was ready to calm you with soft whispered words and gentle kisses to your forehead.

One time in particular was bad. You couldn't get your breath and Max placed your hand on his chest. "Just follow my breathing, baby. In…out…in…out… That's right, just keep doing that."

Finally your breathing regulated and you leaned against Max. "Th-thank you," you cried.

"Of course, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your temple.

You were eased back into sleep and had no more trouble that night.