[m] the cats in the cradle
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IC: She let him stroke her hair as she talked. She found it soothing and felt the fear from the nightmare slowly going away. She nodded at his question even though it wasn’t exactly a question that she needed to answer. It was rather obvious that she had been frightened. Plus, there was something off about his voice. But she wouldn’t really ask.

He got quiet for a moment and she studied his face for a moment. She wondered if he was worried about the dreams that she had showing the future. She knew that he wanted to be a dad and knew that she wanted to be a mother. ”I’m sure that the dreams don’t mean anything. If, no when, we have kids, everything will be fine.”

She nodded at knowing that he would never hurt her. He had shown that he wouldn’t. She frowned at calling his father not by dad or something but by his first name but didn’t pursue it. Her nightmare had left her drained and as he nuzzled her, her eyes started to close. At his question, she sleepily nodded and was soon fast asleep. There would be no more nightmares tonight. Not when she was asleep in her mate’s arms. There were questions to be dealt with that could wait for later.


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