Frankie was having a nightmare, one where he couldn't save you or your daughter. It was becoming recurrent and too real. As always, he woke up in the middle of the night, breathing heavily, sweating and quickly sitting up by the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, amor... I... I had a nightmare. I'm fine, go back to sleep." He said as you had woken up. He turned and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Just rest, baby"