finnie wakes up all sweaty, separating from your arms as he pants.

he gently sits with his back against the headboard, crying silently, all overstimulated from everything.

he looks at you, all sleeping soundly. he fidgets with the edge of his pajama shirts, paci on the floor somewhere, plushie in his arms.

"...momma?"

a sweet trembling voice echoes in the quiet of your bedroom, finnie gently rubbing mommy's arm to get her awake

"oh f-... what's wrong, fin?"

she startles awake, immediately holding his hand to physically feel his presence.

"momma i had a nightmare, i think..."

he confesses

"oh shoot... mommas sorry, baby..."

she sits up, holding his hands.

"mommy i-... i think i went wee wee's in my... in my... you know what... because i was scared mommy... and i think i leaked too..."

he breaks down and tries to talk in between his sobs