Marina/Stefanielle ONE-SHOTS

Too Loud - part 2 (marina)

A/N: I know, I know! It has been a while, but I'm back! Sorry for the delay, I was stuck with school work and everything, but my final exams are this week and then I'm free! Hope you enjoy!

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|Maya's pov

I was watching Carina sleep peacefully, when she started to stir.

"Humm... No! I'm sorry! Please papá!" She begged in her sleep.

"Baby. It's me. It's okay, you're okay." I said, rubbing her back to try and wake her up.

"I'm sorry papá! Please don't..." Her eyes were getting wet as she was getting more unsettled every second.

"Hey... Carina, wake up, sweetheart. I'm here, baby." I tried again.

"M- Maya..." She said in a gasp.

"Yes, it's me. You're okay. Breathe, baby... Breathe..."

She held my hand tight and hid her head behind my neck. "My papá, he..." She gestured with her hands. "He- I was studying and he- He just came in the house and started yelling at me... I- I tried to pull him back, but he held my wrist and... And then I asked him to stop, but- But I was too weak."

"Oh, baby... I'm so sorry. You're not weak. Look at me, Carina." I asked as she looked up. "You are not weak, okay? You're the bravest women I know, Carina DeLuca. You are worthy of love and respect, and no one can take that from you. Doesn't matter if you think you are being weak, they cannot disrespect you in anyway."

"I- I know, but I- I don't and sometimes I just think... I just- Maybe I deserved everything he did." She finished in a sob.

"Oh Carina... No! You didn't deserve one single thing he did to you. You were a child trying to be happy and he took that from you. He left many scars, which you're now trying to heal, and that's on him. Don't ever, never think it's your fault, okay? I know it's hard but promise me you're gonna try and always come to me when you can't see that."

"I promise. Thank you."

"Humm." I assured her, kissing her hair. "Now, go back to sleep, baby girl. I'll be here the whole time."

She settled in my arms and drifted off to sleep quickly. However, it didn't last long. After about an hour, she woke up crying from another nightmare. I tried to comfort her the best I could, but she wasn't showing any signs of calming down.

"I- I'm sorry- t- to be such a b- bother... I-"

"Hey, Carina... No! Absolutely not! You do not get to disrespect my amazing and wonderful wife because she is having a hard time dealing with her trauma." I start in a comforting voice. I wanted to make sure she knew I was there for her, no matter what. "I've told you this a million times, and I would say it another million, if it meant you would believe me. You are not a bother, sweetheart. You're allowed to feel and want to be comforted, and hugged, and told everything is gonna be okay when you can't believe that yourself. You're allowed to be weak and have bad days. You're allowed to love and want to feel loved."

She had tears in her eyes as she held me tighter.

"It's okay. You're safe, my love. Sleep well." I kept caressing her hair and drawing patterns on her back until she fell back asleep.

The night went on, and Carina woke up a few more times with nightmares, but we were able to calm her down.

|The next morning...

The sun was finally coming through the window and Carina slowly opened her eyes to the light.

"Good morning, sweetheart." I said, leaving a soft kiss in her hair.