What happened at night (Thiam)(Rewriting)

Chapter 15

Previously on What happened at night

Theo's Pov

Liam kissed the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. "We will," he vowed. "Together."

As we settled in for the evening, Parker tucked safely in her crib. I found myself unable to shake the anxiety that had settled over me. The full moon loomed on the horizon, a reminder of the uncertainties ahead.

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Theo's Pov

The days seemed to pass in a blur as the full moon drew closer, my anxiety mounting with each passing hour. I could feel the tension building inside me, a constant undercurrent of worry that gnawed at my mind and refused to let me rest.

Every time I looked at Parker, peacefully playing or sleeping, I felt a pang of fear. What if the full moon affected her? What if she inherited our lycanthropy? The unknowns were overwhelming, and I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over me like a dark cloud.

One evening, preparing dinner, I glanced at the calendar again and felt my heart race. The full moon was only two days away. My hands trembled as I chopped vegetables, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Liam must have sensed my unease because he walked into the kitchen, concern etched on his face. "Theo, are you okay?" he asked gently, touching my shoulder.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. "I'm just... really worried about Parker," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "The full moon is so close, and I don't know what to expect."

Liam pulled me into a comforting embrace, his touch soothing the frayed edges of my nerves. "We're going to get through this," he said firmly. "Whatever happens, we'll handle it together."

I leaned into him, grateful for his strength and support. "But what if she turns, Liam? What if she has to go through what I went through?" My voice broke, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

"We don't know that she will," Liam replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "And even if she does, she'll have us to help her through it. She won't be alone."

I nodded, trying to draw strength from his words. "I just want to protect her," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I don't want her to suffer."

Liam kissed the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. "I know, Theo. I feel the same way. But we can't let fear control us. We'll be vigilant, and we'll do everything we can to keep her safe."

Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Dinner needed to be finished, and Parker would need her evening routine. But the fear lingered, a constant companion that refused to be silenced.

After dinner, as we bathed Parker and got her ready for bed, my anxiety only seemed to grow. Every cry and every whimper felt like a potential sign of something more, and I found myself hyper-vigilant, watching her every move with bated breath.

Liam noticed my heightened anxiety and gently guided me away from the crib after we tucked Parker in. "Come on, let's sit down and talk," he suggested, his voice soft but insistent.

We settled on the couch, and Liam took my hands in his, his gaze steady and reassuring. "Theo, I know you're scared," he began, his voice filled with empathy. "But we need to remember that Parker has us. She has a loving, supportive family that will be there for her no matter what."

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. "I know, Liam. I just can't help but worry."

He squeezed my hands gently. "It's natural to worry. But we can't let it consume us. We must focus on what we can control and take things one step at a time."