Summary: MC (Lydia) awakens from a terrifying dream in the middle of the night, fearing for her baby.
Lydia sat up with a start, gasping for air. Her whole body felt cold with sweat and her hair stuck uncomfortably to her neck. She put one hand on her swollen belly and yanked back the covers. Where was the blood? There had been so much of it …
“Lydia?” Zig’s voice was thick with sleep but he saw her panic and sat up quickly. “Lydia, what’s wrong?”
“I …” She swallowed hard. “I guess I had a bad dream. It just seemed so real …”
“What was your dream about?” Zig asked as he placed a hand on her back and started to rub in slow circles.
“There was blood everywhere … I lost the baby,” Lydia choked out, her eyes flooding with tears.
“Hey,” Zig whispered soothingly as he put a hand on her belly. “It was just a dream, gatita. She’s okay.”
As if on cue, the baby kicked at Zig’s hand. He laughed and kissed Lydia’s stomach.
“See?” he said. “She’s fine.”
Lydia tried to laugh as she wiped away the tears that had spilled down over her cheeks.
“She always moves when you do that,” she said, mustering a smile. “She’s such a daddy’s girl already.”
Zig grinned before leaning over to kiss Lydia gently, cupping her chin in his hand.
“How lucky am I that I get to spend my life surrounded by beautiful girls?” he asked. “I bet she comes out looking exactly like you.”
“Not if I get my wish,” Lydia said. “I’m hoping she looks like you.”
Zig took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles before threading his fingers between hers.
“Are you okay?” he asked, a concerned furrow digging its way into his brow. “I can’t imagine how scary that dream was. And if you want, I’ll even call Dr. Perrin so you can get checked out and make sure everything’s okay.”
“I’m okay,” Lydia insisted. “Really. But thank you.”
“Can I get you anything?”
“Maybe a glass of water?”
“Sure,” Zig said. He kissed her cheek and climbed out of bed to head for the kitchen. Lydia looked down at her belly and placed her hands on it. She could feel her little night owl in there, shifting around and throwing out elbows as she got settled. Lydia smiled. She knew the baby was likely just responding to Lydia’s increased stress levels, but there was something comforting took like she knew her mother needed reassurance that everything was okay. Mother. The idea of having kids had always been so scary to her, but somehow, with Zig, it wasn’t.
“Here you go, gatita,” Zig said as he returned to the bedroom, holding out a glass of water. Lydia accepted it and sipped it gratefully, relishing the cool liquid as it soothed her throat. She set the glass on the nightstand and lay down as Zig climbed into bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her. She laced her fingers between his and rested his hand on her stomach, both of them feeling the reassuring movements of their daughter as they drifted off to sleep.
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