Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

Nightmares

Ariana POV:

I awoke with a start as I heard crying from a couple rooms down.

The sobs were soft and muffled, almost like the person was trying to not cry. But my motherly instinct kicked in and I knew something was wrong with Y/N. I shot up from my bed and hurried down the hall to her room. I opened the door and saw her curled up with her face in a pillow.

"Oh Y/N." I said as I walked over and pulled her into my arms.

She sobbed into my shirt and clutched onto me like her life depended on it. 

"Shhhhh it's ok baby, I'm right here." I whispered as I stroked her hair.

"M-mommy, I h-had a b-b-bad dream." She choked out as she pressed into my stomach.

I sighed and pulled her closer, laying down on her bed. Soon her crying slowed and her breathing was even. I leaned down and kissed the crown of her head.

"Are you ok junebug?" I say, rubbing her back.

She nods and snuggles into me further. 

"Wanna talk about  your dream?" 

Y/N shakes her head frantically and buries her face in my shoulder. I relax and lay with her until she falls asleep. As soon as I heard her quiet snores I tried to pull away, only to realize she had a tight grip on me.

Dammit Ariana why did you let her take martial arts classes?

I eventually give up and stay with her the rest of the night, making sure she was and sound.