It was the middle of the night, you were in your husband Satoru's arms. The room was dark except for streams of moonlight through the window. The steady rise and fall of your breaths filling the room.

The door creaked open and your son, Satomi stood there looking in. The small boy was a spitting image of your husband not just in looks but in personality too, which at times could drive you insane.

"Mommy-" His small voice called out. "Daddy-"

Satoru woke at the voice of his son, sitting up to see him standing there. "What's wrong?" He asked softly.

"I had a bad dream," The small boy said walking to the side of your shared bed. "Can I sleep with you and Mommy?" He asked.