She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE

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Demi's POV

I'm really happy that Kenzie had a good first week of school. The only bad part about the week was Nick leaving to go on tour. I know he'll be back, but I'm still going to miss him. I know Kenzie will miss him, too. Right now, it's Friday night, and we decided to cuddle up and watch a movie. Kenzie fell asleep laying on the couch, with her head in my lap. I was focused on the movie when I heard a small whimper. I looked down to see Kenzie's eyebrows furrowed. I knew that face all too well.

I gently shook her arm, trying to wake her up. "Kenzie," I said softly. She closed her eyes tighter as her dream was continuing. "Kenzie," I said again a little louder while still gently shaking her arm. Another whimper left her mouth and I knew I had to wake her up quickly or else she will soon be screaming. "Kenzie, wake up. It's me, wake up," I said loudly but calmly, my hand gently ran up and down her cheek. Sometimes this worked, other times it didn't. Luckily for me tonight, her eyes popped open just as she screamed. She sat up and gasped for air. "Breath, Kenzie," I instructed as I laid her head on my chest. I pulled her onto my lap and she hid her face in my neck as she cried and gripped my shirt. She was still not breathing properly. "It's okay, I'm here. You're okay. Try and match my breathing. In and out, just like me." I took slow, deep breaths as she tried to copy.

"Mommy," she cried into me.

"I'm here, baby."

"I don't want him to get me," she sobbed.

"He won't. I've got you." I rocked her back and forth in my arms as she gradually continued to calm down. I kissed the top of her head and gently stroked her hair. I hate seeing my baby like this.

Kenzie's POV

I cried into Mom's chest as she rocked me in her arms. I felt like I was five again, but I didn't care. She was all I wanted right now. I just needed to feel her arms around me. I needed to know she's here.

"Can you look at me?" She asked softly. I slept lifted my head so my eyes met hers. She wiped away my tears and pushed my hair behind my ear. "Was everything okay this week? You haven't had one of those dreams in almost a year."

I don't want to tell her about the flashbacks I've been getting. They scare me, but I need to stay strong. They probably mean nothing.

"I'm fine," I croaked out.

"You'd tell me if something's bothering you, right?" She asked. I nodded and slightly smiled. She returned a small smile. "Okay." She then kissed the top of my head. "We should go to bed. Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?" She asked. I nodded again, my grip on her shirt tightening a little. She picked my up and carried me up to her room. She laid me down under the covers and crawled in next to me. We had both changed into pajamas and brushed our teeth before the movie. Mom wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in close. I snuggled into her, wanting to be as close to her as possible. I just needed my mommy.