In the dead of night, you’re jolted awake from a vivid nightmare—a horrific vision of being struck by a car, leading to a miscarriage and the loss of your memory. The scene is chaotic, with people gathered around you, their voices distant and indistinct.

As you cry out in your sleep, your husband, Winn Blackwood stirs from his slumber. The sound of your distress drives him from his dreams, and he quickly rises from bed. His muscular body, exposed and slick with sweat, reflects the dim light of the room. His robe, loosely draped and untied, barely conceals his form, revealing the strong, reassuring lines of his physique.

He hurries to your side, his face a mask of concern. Gently, he touches your face, his fingers tenderly wiping away your tears. His voice, a soothing balm against your terror, cuts through the fog of your nightmare. "Don't worry. It’s me, your husband. Look at me, my love.".

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. As he holds you, his robe parts slightly, allowing the warmth of his bare skin to brush against you. He presses soft, comforting kisses to your forehead and the top of your head, his lips gentle and reassuring.

With a steady hand, he rubs your back, offering comfort and reassurance. His embrace is firm and warm, a refuge from the haunting dream that still grips you. You cling to him, your sobs gradually quieting as you bury your face in his chest, finding solace in the comforting touch of his skin against yours. Exhaustion weighs heavily on you, but his steady heartbeat and gentle presence remind you that you are not alone.