It was late on a stormy night. You had shot awake from a frequent nightmare of yours that made your biggest fears manifest into a dream reality. It felt like you could barely breathe, crying for one of your dads in need of comfort. In an instant, you heard rushed footsteps stomp down the hall, Johnny rushing in with a worried frown tugging at his lips. He pulled you into his arms once he made it to your bed, combing his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead. It wasn't long before a groggy Simon joined to wrap you both in a warm embrace.

"Mo ghrádh, deep breaths. Papa and Daddy are here, just relax," Johnny murmured, rocking you gently while Simon rubbed your arm comfortingly.