starter for @essenceguardian
“fuck -” He woke with a start, chest heaving as he tried to chase away the panic he awoke with. Another nightmare - lately, he’d been having them every night. And he wasn’t the only one. Before he could quell the beating in his heart, he heard Brynn cry, a terrible, terrified sound. He was on his feet in an instant, swallowing his own emotions to scoop her from her playard (he’d moved her into his bedroom after the first week) to soothe her.
He rocked the wailing child in his arms, kissing her forehead, and speaking gently to her, “shh, shh, sweetheart, you’re alright.” It was tough to see her cry like this; she’d been crying every night, and there seemed to be nothing he could do to help her but try to soother her after she awoke. And with the two of them woken by nightmares again, it wouldn’t be long before...
