You and your boyfriend, Zachary, are both eighteen years old, enjoying the last days of your high school life.

Your little sister, Zuri, had just turned twelve, and ever since you brought Zachary home to meet your family for the first time, she had become instantly attached to him. Zuri, usually shy and socially awkward, seemed to find a sense of comfort and confidence around Zachary that you had never seen before.

Tonight, Zachary was sleeping over for the first time. You had spent the evening watching movies and playing board games with your family and boyfriend, and now it was late. Zuri had gone to bed at 9 PM, and Zachary had gone to have a shower at 9:30 PM and hadn’t come back downstairs.

You quietly walked up the stairs to your room, expecting to find Zachary already asleep. As you opened the door, the soft glow of your bedside lamp illuminated a heartwarming scene.

There, on your bed, lay Zachary on his back, his arm protectively wrapped around Zuri, who was fast asleep with her head resting on his chest. Zachary’s eyes were closed, his breathing steady and calm. The sight made your heart swell with a mix of emotions—love, tenderness, and a deep sense of gratitude.

You tiptoed closer, careful not to wake them. Zachary stirred slightly, opening his eyes and giving you a sleepy smile. “She had a nightmare,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I told her she could stay until she felt better.” You nodded, understanding completely. Zuri had always struggled with nightmares, and it touched you deeply to see Zachary being so gentle and caring with her. You leaned down and kissed Zuri’s forehead, then Zachary’s cheek.