Dee woke up with a jolt, sitting straight up with her eyes wide open and her hands automatically cradling her slightly rounded belly. It took just a moment for her to see that she was safe, and then she let out a heavy sigh of relief.
“I heard you cry out,” her husband said as he rushed into the bedroom. “Are you okay?”
Dee moved her hands to rub her arms from her elbows to the edge of the capped sleeves on her nightgown.
“I’m fine,” she told him, but the faint trace of fear in her voice was still there. She moved her hands to hold her belly once again.
“Was it the nightmare again?”
She nodded slowly. Always the same horrid nightmare with each pregnancy. She wished it wouldn’t happen, but with each baby, it seemed to get worse.
The bed dipped slightly as her husband climbed next to her and wrapped his arms around her.
“Do you want to tell me about it,” he asked quietly.
“No. Not tonight,” she whispered. He knew what it was. It was always so painfully similar—being trapped, a horrid attacker, no escape.
His arms were a soothing comfort. She felt herself relax against him, and he kissed her cheek. He held her close, but she knew she couldn’t relax enough to go back to sleep.
“I’m fine,” she reassured him.
He leaned back and brushed a stray lock of hair from the side of her face.
“I’ll make you a midnight snack,” he smiled.
She smiled back. He knew how to make her forget the horrible nightmare whenever it cropped up.
“Will it be a snack involving chocolate?”
“Has it ever not been?” he laughed.
Her smile grew. “Let me check on the girls, then I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“You’ve got it!” He popped up ahead of her and left her to check on the two sweet daughters tucked into their beds.