He was having another nightmare, another nightmare about you, his young child. ”No, no, no, please, papa!” he’d hear your voice in his nightmare yell, having a dream that you were getting hurt & he couldn’t stop it. He would jerk awake, out of breath before he felt his stomach drop hearing your cries, you were awake just as he was, knowing you probably too had a nightmare. He’d get up & head to your room, gently picking you up & tiredly shushing you as you stopped crying being in his arms.