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Emilia’s POV.
“Mommy….mommy… no! Mommy!”
I stirred in my sleep, rubbing my eyes before turning around.
“Mommy! Mommy! No! Leave me alone! Mommy!”
My eyes flew open and I turned around on the bed, my eyes going wide as I saw Francesca trashing around on the bed, tears sliding down her cheek.
“Mommy!” She sobbed, still trashing on the bed.
“Sweetie,” I said loudly, hoping it would snap her out of whatever trance or nightmare she was. I help her hands down by her sides. “Sweetie, mommy is here, okay? Mommy is here. It’s okay. It’s okay,” I assured her in soft whispers.
“Mommy!” She sobbed weakly now, her eyes still closed through her trashing had reduced.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s fine. Mommy is here,” I said softly, letting go of her hand and wiping her tears before kissing her for
