Somniphobia

Chapter 83. His nightmare

Caleb POV
I watched her as she slept beside me on our bed. We've been in London for a few weeks now. I've noticed that she's been stressing about Lydia hitting me with her wooden spoon.

I made sure to reassure her that I wouldn't let Lydia hit me anymore. I guess I've just been so used to the abuse that I didn't realize I could put a stop to it, but Aria has finally made me realize I could stop it.

She made me realize I didn't have to endure that pain and keep allowing people to hurt me. I was watching her sleep again — I know it's creepy and weird, but she just looked so peaceful and beautiful I couldn't help but stare at her.

I enjoyed watching her; her little freckles on her face were so cute and adorable. She was snoring softly, cuddled up into my side so closely like she was glued onto me.

Her hair was such a mess — a beautiful mess — just like her. I don't think she ever slept this peacefully in her life until I took her away from her parents.

It was already two in the afternoon and she was still sleeping. I didn't care, because I didn't want us to go anywhere anyway. I was okay with just watching her sleep all day and all night.

Her baby bump has gotten so much bigger now, which only made her even more gorgeous. I could just lay here with her forever and be at the most peace I've ever felt in my entire life.

My life was changing so much since I met her. I never thought I'd find someone who could melt my heart so beautifully and instantly.

She was something so special that no one else will get a chance to ever experience — only I will, and our future kids. I heard her softly whimper, and then her eyes fluttered open slowly as she adjusted to the lighting in the room.

Her expression was a mix of confusion and annoyance. She looked up at me, a smile forming instantly on her face, making me smile back naturally.

I can't remember how long it's been since I last smiled this naturally. With her, I could laugh and smile so naturally and never felt guilty for it, because only she could bring out this side of me.

"W-We're y-you w-watching m-me s-sleep a-again?" she asked me knowingly. "I was," I admitted. "Y-You're w-weird, d-daddy," she replied, kissing me lightly on my lips.

"I don't think it's weird at all. I'm just admiring my beautiful, pregnant wife sleeping." I defended myself, making her smile sweetly. "H-How l-long w-were y-you w-watching m-me s-sleep?" she asked.

"I woke up at nine this morning and it's now... two forty-nine. That means I've been watching you sleep for roughly five hours," I answered precisely, which made her eyes widen in shock.

"Y-You w-watched m-me s-sleep f-for f-five h-hours? I-It's t-three a-already? L-like i-in t-the a-afternoon?" she asked, shocked and surprised.

I laughed at her shocked expression and the way her hair was sticking up every which way from how good she slept.

"D-Daddy, t-that's n-not f-funny. I s-slept t-too m-much. Y-You s-should h-have w-woken m-me u-up," she complained.

She crawled toward the edge of the bed, pouting, annoyed with me now. She got down from the bed, heading toward the bathroom. I quickly got up from the bed, following her into the bathroom.

She sat on the toilet to pee, still pouting at me, making me feel guilty for not waking her up. But she looked so cute and peaceful sleeping, I just couldn't wake her up.

And she needs her sleep more than ever now, because she's pregnant with my son. "Quit pouting, princess. You know how important it is for you to sleep," I said comfortingly.