#jbm week

Musichetta woke screaming. She sat up gasping for breath in the dark. Instinctively she reached out beside her but her hands met nothing but the empty sheet. Tears began to fall and her whole body shook with sobs. She suddenly felt a set of strong arms wrap around her and she collapsed into their familiar comfort. Another more slender hand reached to grasp her hand.

“Chetta darling, what's wrong?” Joly whispered, running his thumb soothingly along her hand. Still shaking, she tried to explain the dream, the gunshots, the blood.

“Shh, its alright we’re here now,” Bossuet said, pulling her closer.

“Stay with me” she said, burying her face into Bossuet’s chest and clutching Joly’s hand like a lifeline. She felt them both grip her tighter in response. “We’re here,” he repeated, coaxing her to lay back down. Musichetta let her eyes close and slowly her breathing returned to normal as she laid with her boys on either side of her.