Bad Dreams

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POV: Narration

Tate and Violet clench eachothers hands with fear and anticipation.

Violet begins crying as Michael decides saying, "I want y'all to be my mommy and daddy!" Michael smiles.

He runs and jumps into their arms.

Violets POV

I'm over whelmed with joy.

A new husband and child... I could get used to this.

We call the police and report Constance for child abuse.

We go to the station and get custody of Michael and they lock Constance up like the animal she is.

Tate's POV

I pick up Michael and he wraps his legs and arms around me.

"Daddy I'm tired. Can we go home?" he asks.

"Yeah sure." I smile.

"Violet, Michael's tired. Let's head home." I whisper since I think he fell asleep.

"Okay," Violet takes Michael from me and puts him in his carseat.

I get in the drivers seat and Violet breast feeds Matt.

"Ow!" I brake and turn asking her what was wrong.

"It's nothing babe. He just bit a little hard." she laughs.

"Oh good." I sigh relieved.

We get home and we put Matt and Mich down for bed.

We sit in the living room and lay with eachother. Snuggling by the fire since a cold front came in.

Vi's parents walk in.

"Hey newlyweds!" Vivien whispers.

We look at eachother and grin.

"So what'd you tell Michael?" Ben asks.

"We told him his mom had him for a friend but it didn't work out and Constance stole him."

They both nod.

"Are you happy?" she asks mainly Violet.

"Happier than I've ever been!" Violet smiles up at me.

"That's good. We should get to bed it's late." Ben says.

"Yeah we're gonna hit the hay too, goodnight!" I say and then Vi follows me in shortly.

We get in bed and Vi snuggles up to me.

"Night!" she whispers.

"Night baby," I whisper back and kiss her cheek.

We drift off tired from an eventful day.

Violets POV

I'm woken by someone crying and shaking me.

I open my eyes and Michael is standing there sobbing.

"Mommy?" he cries.

"Bad dreams?" I whisper.

He nods.

"Do you wanna sleep with us?" I ask him.

He nods again and sniffs.

I move Tate over a bit and make room for Michael.

I kiss his head and he snuggles up to me.

I wrap my arms around him and rub his back soothingly.

"Shhh nothings gonna happen. It's okay." I repeat until he stops crying and drifts off into a slumber.

I fall asleep soon after.

Our happy family.

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