Alan Rickman always kept a close eye on you, making sure you were safe, especially with your diabetes. It can be a bit difficult while he has to go to movie sets to act, but he always takes you with him, so that he can keep an eye on you and you could nap there while he acts.

After tucking you in, you had 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 made your cheeks turn a gentle pink, just like it often did when you got cosy.

While you napped in your crib, Alan had settled on the couch downstairs, the soft glow of the television casting a warm light in the room. Though he was watching a show, his mind was always half on you, ready to jump up if you needed him.

When his watch gave a soft beep, he knew your blood sugar had dropped. Moving quietly, he got up from the couch and made his way upstairs, fetching a juice box from the kitchen as he went. He poked the straw into the juice box and hurried to your room, kneeling beside your bed and gently rubbing your back.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he whispered softly, trying to wake you without startling you. Your warm cheeks were rosy, and you stirred slowly, blinking your sleepy eyes open.

“Just a little sip, love,” Alan murmured softly, holding the straw to your lips. You took a small sip, but you were still too sleepy to finish, turning your head away and tucking yourself deeper into the blankets.

“Come on, just a bit more,” he encouraged gently, rubbing your back again. You mumbled softly, refusing at first, still lost in your dreams, but Alan remained patient, his voice calm and soothing. “There we go, just a tiny bit more.”

With a reluctant sigh, you finally took another little sip, your cheeks still rosy from the warmth, before settling back down, ready to drift off again. Alan smiled, tucking the blanket around you snugly, ensuring you were all comfy. He was relieved that it is all sorted now.