Breaking barriers

15-Safe

Luke jumps out of sleep when he hears an earsplitting scream sound from delilah, in bed next to him.

She starts sobbing, clinging tightly to her daddy as he rubs her back as tries to calm her violent sobs and shaking body. She's covered in a cold sweat and her grin on the blonde is terrified and deathly.

"Shh, princess, daddy is here, you're safe baby." He tries to comfort, but she can't hear over her own cries.

Luke worriedly glances over her, making sure she's okay, trying to decipher what's wrong.

Did something scare her? Did she have a nightmare?

Luke stands from the bed and goes to her nursery to grab momo, and tries to give the stuffie to her, but she won't release her grip on his shirt to take it.

"No momo? How about your dummy, baby? Want your dummy? Or a baba?"

"Daddy!" She cries.

"Daddy's right here baby, you're safe." Luke coos, deciding it was probably a nightmare.

"It was just a dream babydoll, you're safe." He tries to reassure, but Delilah only cries harder and tightens her fearful grip.

Oh no, Luke thought, it isn't hard enough to get her to bed as it is, now she's gonna be afraid of having bad dreams?

He glances at the alarm clock, flashing 4:00 am. He lays gentle pecks on Delilahs head as she buries her face in his neck and sobs her little heart out.

The comforting coos and loud sobs continue for too long for Luke to be comfortable with this being any normal nightmare.

"Did baby have a bad dream?" He asks quietly.

"Bad! Daddy, bad!"

"Yeah, something bad?" He sighs, despising the language barrier for a moment. "Daddy's gonna keep you safe babygirl, nothing bad will happen."

Luke carries the shaking girl to the kitchen and makes her bottle, kissing her head or cheeks or whatever he can reach whenever he can and holding her tight and comfortingly, attempting in any way possible to calm his baby down.

"Daddy!" She sobs heartbrokenly.

"Daddy's here. Daddy's got you." He frowns.

The little one isn't quite sure why she's still crying either, after so long of her daddy comforting her. The dream was horrible, but it was just a dream. She still can't seem to stop crying, even with this knowledge. She just wants her daddy to keep holding her and paying attention to her.

Her throat and her chest hurt from sobbing and her eyes burn from the tears, so she clings tighter to the tall blonde.

"Baby, look what daddy has for you? Look, baby. You want your baba?"

"Dada." She whimpers, glancing at the bottle as Luke sits on the couch and lets her lay against his arm.

"Cmon, babe. It's yummy, daddy put chocolate in for you."

Delilah accepts the bottle, calming her sobs and tears and shaking, but she keeps her tight grip to Luke.

"Yes, you're safe baby. Daddy's keeping you safe." Delilah pulls away from the bottle for a minute, looking at Luke with curious teary eyes.

"S-say-"

"Are you trying to say safe, babe? Safe?"

"Save." She says. Luke smiles and kisses her cheek.

"Safe. Good job, babydoll."