Mama's Boy

Nightmare

*Riley POV*

I can't tell if this is a dream or not... But I am praying to God that it is. I have never prayed before but when the one woman I felt even closely to a mother for me I saw bleeding on the floor.

Mommy's blood pooling at my feet... My hands coated in a deep red, my tears sliding off my palms. I'm screaming my lungs out and crying.

Russo barges in through the door, belt in hand... 'Shut up boy or your next' which makes me just whimper over Emily's bludgeoned body. My heart was aching horribly. Russo started to repeat my name... Over and over.

I wake up to Mommy shaking me gently. We are cuddled up and I could feel the tear drop that had run down my cheeks... Mommy was looking down at me so worried. I'm so happy to see her alive, I burst into uncontrollable sobs.

"Ma ma ma" I sob loudly. I sound like a baby just repeating 'ma' at her but it's all I can say... I'm trying to tell her I was scared and it was a horrible dream and she was dead but I can only say that one sound and babyish babbling.

"My poor little prince, did you have a scary dream" Mommy already knew, she is so smart. It's like she can read minds... What of she can? Awesome!

I'm trying to tell her what happened but I'm just a babbling mess in her arms. She is wiping my tears with her thumb, shushing me and kissing my face.

"It's not real prince I promise. Everything is okay and your perfectly safe" I'm reminded which makes me feel silly but the dream was so real... After my tears are reduced to soft whimpers  Mommy took a bottle of water and fed it too me. The water was cold as it ran down my throat, it was really helped because I didn't even know my throat was that dry until I had a drink.

Mommy is so smart, she knows these things that I didn't even think of. She looks after me, and I have been sick twice in my time with her. I used to be sick everyday when I lived alone or with my dad, not that he really was a good one. Mommy is really kind too, she brought me a teddy today and it's too early for us to be up but she isn't complaining. My mommy is perfect, pretty hair, soft vanilla scent, would never hurt me, smart, loving... Perfect.

My eyes were starting to slowly close on me. I'm fighting them so I don't have to go back to my bad dream and I can stay here with mommy instead..

She takes out one of her breasts and helps me latch on. As much as I assumed I would hate breastfeeding, I have actually grown to like it.

"Don't fight it baby, I'll be here when you need me" Mommy whispers in my ear, I stop fighting and fall asleep in her arms.

When I wake up we haven't moved at all, only that that had changed was that I was swaddled in a blanket which I didn't mind.

*Emily*

I woke up to my precious baby swaddled in my arms, he was babbling and giggling to himself. Adorable.

"Well good morning, what a talkative baby you are today" which gets a giggle from him. When he is a bit bigger I'll ask him about his dream. My poor baby, I pick him up and take him downstairs, he is too little for actual food so I just get a fruit squeeze out the fridge. I'll have to buy more of those, that boy loves fruit squeezes.

Chase is woken up and as soon as I sit Riley down in the corner of the couch, chase is laying his head on his lap. I get a fruit squeeze and I let his hands out so he can hold it. As I'm watching him from the kitchen I see him put a little of the puree on the dogs nose and giggling.

I shouldn't let him do that but he seems much happier now so I just leave him to it. Both chase and Riley seem happy enough.

"Mama wook" He squeals so I walk up  to him and he puts abit of his puree on his finger then swipes it on chases nose. He giggles and squeals as chase licks it off.

"Yes baby that's super cool" I coo at him. "Why don't you eat some too baby" He eats the fruit squeeze with a cheeky smile.

He sits and eats quietly as I put on paw patrol. That's his favorite show ever, probably because it has dogs and he loves dogs. He seems to be getting bigger as he wakes up more.

"Mommy, finished" Riley calls out to me with an empty fruit squeeze.

"Honey, do you wanna talk about your bad dream last night" I ask which makes him look down sadly, I feel badly making him feel this way.

"Mommy dwied in dweam, bwood. Bwotha, scawy" All his words were lisped but I think I understood... I scoop him up kissing his forehead gently as he sits on my lap.

"That sounds very scary, my poor poor baby" I say kissing his cheek which makes him giggle. He smells like baby powder and his hair is soft on my skin, when I hold him it's like there is no-one else in the world...