He woken by a rustling in his bed. A weight shifting his blankets and making the bed frame creak. When he peaks open his eyes he’s met to the sight of a kiddo with a face full of tears and their signature plushie wrapped tight in their arms. He must’ve regressed while he was sleeping, woken up little and confused and alone.
“Hey bug, what’s with the tears? What’s wrong?” Gentle arms wrapping around him and pulling him into a tight embrace, face against his chest and body positioned awkwardly to be cradled.
“Had bad dream…sleep in here? Please bubbie?”
He soothes his fingers through his hair, the ends wet from crying.
“Ofcourse. Whatever you need. Don’t worry, big brother has you, I’ll chase away all the bad dreams okay?”