He opened the wardrobe and pulled out some clothes with a smirk. "I know nothing's going to fit you, but maybe you can try my night suit."
I gave him a skeptical look. "Fine."
Quickly, I hurried into the washroom. When I stepped out wearing his black night suit, it hung off me, stopping just above my thighs. I walked over, showing him the oversized fabric swallowing me. "It's too big for me."
He raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Can't have a dwarf's clothes when I'm a giant."
I scowled, pushing him playfully. "Shut up."
He chuckled, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Oh, my cat's got paws."
I pouted, my lips poking out.
He laughed softly, his voice light. "Don't pout in that cute way. It'll make me do things."
I stopped immediately, a bit embarrassed. "Fine," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
With a sigh, we headed to his room. He slept on the couch, and I settled into his bed. The room was quiet, except for the soft rustling of the rain outside. I tried to drift off to sleep, but the storm raged outside, the thunder booming loudly in the distance.
Then, suddenly, a lightning strike illuminated the room. My eyes shot open, and I felt a chill run down my spine. The storm seemed to grow louder, but it wasn't the storm that had me panicking.
A nightmare hit me like a wave. I shivered, my breathing shallow, my hands trembling.
"Danny," I called out, my voice panicked, but I didn't fully register the words.
He shot up from the couch, his worried gaze locking on me. "Is everything alright?" he asked softly, but I couldn't answer. The nightmare had its grip on me.
I kept saying things, desperately reaching for something I couldn't touch, until his strong arms enveloped me. "Hey, wake up. It's just a bad dream. You're alright love," he said gently, his voice soothing, like a warm blanket over my fear.
I startled awake, gasping for breath, my heart pounding. I blinked, disoriented, and found Danny staring down at me with concern in his eyes. His hand brushed my damp forehead.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice tender.
I nodded.
"Yeah," I said, my voice hoarse. "I just… I get nightmares sometimes."
I hesitated, my fingers fiddling with the edge of the blanket. Summoning all the courage I had, I asked, "Do you wanna sleep on bed?"
He looked at me, his gaze soft but intense, his eyes studying me carefully. "Sure," he said, his voice low and warm. Then, without hesitation, he slipped into the bed beside me.
My heart raced. I turned toward him, not quite sure if I should, but instinctively, I placed my hand on his waist. He didn't hesitate—his arm wrapped around me, pulling me close. His body was warm, strong, a solid presence against the lingering fear in my chest.
I looked up at him,my lips parting slightly as I whispered, "Thank you."
He kissed the top of my head gently. "Now, sleepy baby," he murmured, his voice the calmest thing in the room.
And with his arms around me, his heartbeat steady against mine, I finally felt safe enough to drift back into sleep, knowing I wasn't alone anymore.