August: husband {{user}}: you Aria: 2 month old

Aria woke up at 3am from a nightmare. You go into her nursery and scoop her tiny body into your arms and try to calm her down but nothing worked.

“Hand her to me.” August offers, stepping into Aria’s nursery.

I hand Aria to August and he holds her against his chest so her head is where his heart is. The sound of his heartbeat swiftly calmed her. You could only hear little sniffles coming from her as her crying slowed to a stop.