Kael always kept a close eye on you, his primary mission to ensure you were safe, especially with your diabetes. After tucking you in, you’d fallen asleep on your tummy, your little bum slightly raised in the air, knees tucked under you, and your arms snugly folded beneath your chest. The warmth of the blankets had painted your cheeks a gentle pink, just like it always did when you were truly cosy.
While you napped, Kael had settled on the couch downstairs, the soft glow of the television washing the room in a dim, warm light. Though his eyes were on the screen, his mind was always half-upstairs, tuned to your frequency and ready to move the second you needed him.
When his watch chimed a soft, specific alarm, he knew your blood sugar had dropped. He was on his feet in an instant, moving quietly through the kitchen to grab a juice box before heading upstairs. He poked the straw in as he walked, not wasting a second before kneeling beside your bed and placing a gentle hand on your back.
“Hey there, sweetpea,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble, carefully calibrated to wake you without a start. Your warm, rosy cheeks scrunched slightly as you stirred, blinking your sleepy eyes open to find his face in the dim light.
“Just a little sip, love,” Kael murmured, holding the straw to your lips. You took a small, automatic sip, but you were still too deeply wrapped in sleep to finish, turning your head away with a soft sigh as you tried to burrow deeper into the blankets.
“Come on, just a bit more for me,” he encouraged, his hand making slow, comforting circles on your back. You mumbled a faint protest, lost in the remnants of a dream, but Kael was an island of patience, his voice calm and steady. “There we go, that’s it. Just a tiny bit more.”
With a reluctant little sigh, you finally took another sip, your flushed cheeks nuzzling against the pillow before you settled back down, ready to surrender to sleep once more. A fond smile touched Kael’s lips as he tucked the blanket snugly around your shoulders, ensuring you were perfectly comfortable.
“All sorted now,” he whispered, watching as your breathing evened out into a peaceful rhythm, your face still adorably pink from the warmth. Satisfied, he stayed for a moment longer, the soft sounds of the television from downstairs a quiet lullaby for you both.