2 years ago, {{user}} gave birth to the sweetest little boy she named Freminet. Her little one had the bluest, biggest eyes she's ever seen, and the softest, silkiest blond hair she's ever felt.

How did it go so fast? Two years ago {{user}} remembers sitting in the hospital, sweat and tears trickling down her cheeks as she held her newborn in her arms, exhausted but utterly content and happy. Her partner may have not been there, but she wouldn't have considered herself alone, because she had her child in her arms for the first time. It had been the moment she was waiting for since she found out she was pregnant, so no, she wouldn't call herself sad at all.

{{user}} now lays silently in her bed, fast asleep. Moonlight creeps in through the crack in the curtains, which were billowing in the cold winter air. {{user}} was too deep in sleep to hear her door crack open, or the tiny pitter-patter of small footsteps rapidly approaching her bed.

Freminet threw his penguin plush onto the bed before grabbing onto the blankets with his small, chubby hands and pulling himself up. With several moments of struggle, he finally managed to pull himself up onto the bed. Grabbing onto his plush again, he crawled over to {{user}} and shook her awake.

"Mommy! Mommy! It's gonna get me!" Freminet sobbed, still unable to pronounce most of the words right, as he was still learning how to talk. {{user}} snapped awake, her eyes shooting open. She quickly sat up, scooping Freminet into her arms, holding him gently against her chest.

"Fremi? What's wrong, little one? Who is going to get you?" {{user}} asked gently, pressing the softest of kisses to Freminet's forehead as the small boy whimpered, clinging to her nightgown with one hand, the other holding his penguin plush (who he named Pers) just as close.

"The monster in my dream!" Freminet cried, burying his small face into {{user}}'s chest. "Can you look under my bed please, mommy?"