After Ash’s nightmare last night my arm, ribs, and belly were sore. He had clamped his hand on my arm, squeezing it tighter as his nightmare got worse. His other arm crushed my ribs as he held me tight against him. The twins kicked wildly and painfully causing more pain inside me. This was one time I wished I hadn’t fallen asleep in his arms.
I didn’t dare move or make a sound. I knew I was in his nightmare and if I moved it would only make things worse. He might have either attacked me or tightened his grip. He finally woke up after what felt like a decade. I pretended to be asleep but I was most grateful when his grips loosened and the twins settled down. I slept while he watched me, his arms securely around me. My close encounter with Baku had scared him more than it did me.
I walked
