It was two in the morning when you woke up to the sound of crying.
Immediately you jumped up in your bed and grabbed the pistol you kept on the nightstand. Feverishly searching around your room for an intruder, only to lay eyes on your husband, Carl. He was running to the door, hastily while trying to put on his night pants. This would have been the moment when you yelled at him for never listening to you and putting clothes on after you had sex, but you were focused on the crying that you now identified as your daughter.
"Carl, what happened?" You asked, but he was already down the hallway in her room. Following after him you practically flew into the room, praying to God that the cause of her tears wouldn't be a monstrous creature tearing her soft flesh from her little bones. To your relief, you walked in to see her crying into Carl's shoulder. He was rubbing her back and whispering into her ear.
"Baby, it's okay. It's okay, daddy's here now. I love you my little Lorelai." Lorelai continued to cry into his shoulder,
"D-d-daddy, t-the m-monster e-eaten y-you a-and mo-mommy." You ran over to her, she must have had a bad dream.
"Baby, no. Daddy and I are right here, we're okay. Lorelai, you're safe, we all are." She stayed, a tiny little thing enveloped in Carl's big arms. Her arms squeezed around his neck,
"Mommy, they took you from me." You looked at Carl and he gave you a sad smile. You knew what he was asking. He wanted you to let Lorelai sleep in your bed, something you had dealt with for nearly three years. You were done with letting her kick you off your own bed, but seeing how upset she was you nodded at Carl and he smiled brightly.
"Hey, babygirl. Do you want to lay in mommy and daddy's bed." She picked her head up from his shoulder and looked at him,
"Mhmm. I want to lay with you and mommy." He rubbed the back of her head in his hand and you wiped the tears from her cheeks. Carl handed you Lorelai and you went back into your bedroom, only to find your son laying under three layers of blankets. You smiled at Carl,
"It doesn't seem like we're getting any sleep." He chuckled.
"It's okay, I got a shift at seven." You set Lorelai on the bed and tucked her under the covers next to Glenham. Carl sat down next to Glenham and kissed his forehead. "Hey, buddy. What are you doing here?" Glenham stretched his arms and yawned.
"I heard you guys were up and I wanted to get up, too." You scoffed.
"Bubby, we're up because Lorelai had a bad dream." He looked over at her and hugged her.
"No, Lorelai, don't cry. Don't cry, little sister." You put your hand over your chest and looked up at Carl. He mouthed to you, 'He's so sweet'. You nodded and got under the covers.
"Lorelai, you okay now?" She frowned and shook her head at you. You thought about what would cheer her up. She loved ice cream, but it was not even three in the morning. She loved playing with Glenham and Hershel on the little swings Rick installed, but it was too early to be waking everyone up with the sound of their cackling laughter. What about blueberry muffins. The other day Carl found a powdered box of muffin mix so you made them yesterday. No one was allowed to eat them because you were saving them for the party Rick and Michonne were throwing for everyone, but you could always make more.
"Would you feel better if daddy got you a muffin." She practically shot up from the bed,
"Yes, yes, yes! Daddy, get me a muffin!" She squealed, zealously. You giggled as Carl groaned.
"Baby, why me? Why can't you go get them?" You gave him a mischievous smirk and reached over top of Lorelai and Glenham and gave him a teasing kiss on the cheek. It was soft, but full of desire and it lasted just long enough to get him going, but not long enough to satisfy his lust.
