Father Miguel

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You were curled up in your bed, crying softly as you cuddled your toy close to your chest.

You'd had a nightmare that had shaken you to your core, your heart was racing and your body shaking in fear as you cried.

You heard your door open as you quickly hid under your blankets.

"Sweetheart? Hey, it's okay. It's just me." You heard Miguel whispered as you began to cry more, you uncovered your head and looked up at him.

"I didn't mean to wake you." You whispered as he knelt beside your bed and red his hand over your hair.

"It's okay, love. You didn't wake me, I was just up doing some work when I heard you crying. Did you have a nightmare, sweetheart?" He asked as you looked into his kind eyes and nodded your head.

"You wanna come out and watch some TV with me?" He asked wiping the tears away from your face.

"Yes, please." You whispered making him smile.

He helped you out of bed and made sure you had your pillow and teddy with you.

You stumbled out of your room and Miguel sat back down on the couch and put your pillow against his leg so you could lay down.

You gripped your teddy to your chest and watched the TV while Miguel gently played with your hair.

After about 30 minutes, Miguel looked down to see you fast asleep. He chuckled softly and decided he'd let you sleep there for a bit longer incase you had another nightmare.

He smiled and continued to play with your hair.

"Sleep well, darling."

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