Little Surprises: Tiny Memories

The Dream

Mark's POV: 

I crawled out of bed hearing my son, Tim, crying in his room. I looked at my husband, Sean, he shifted around in the bed. I sighed and walked to Tim's room. I opened the door to his room. "I'm coming, Tim." I mumbled, shuffling to his crib, "It's ok, my little biscuit." I smiled and picked him up, rocking him in my arms. Soon all I could hear were sniffles and whimpers from Tim, I raised him in the air and kissed his nose. Tim crying was very rare, he cried when he was either scared or hungry, I walked to the kitchen and tried to give him a bottle, he didn't want it. Then I did everything else, checked his diaper, binky, and so on. Sean or Jack woke up and shuffled down the stairs. I sighed, "Jack, go back to bed, I got this." Jack ignored me and grabbed Tim as he walked to the freezer. He grabbed a small toy from the freezer and gave it to Tim. Tim stuck it in his mouth and nibbled on it. 

"He's teethin' Mark." Jack explained in a thick Irish accent, it was only thick when he was tired or drunk. I looked at him confused.

"Well I didn't know that." I said slightly angry that I was not told this.

"I know Mark, I was gonna tell ya but-" He yawned. "I fell asleep." I smiled weakly, Jack has been working himself to the bone to be the best parent he could be. I hug Jack close kissing his forehead. We looked down at Tim to see him sound asleep in Jack's arms. "I'll go put him down, you can go to bed." Jack said, I nodded.

"Alright clover." He smiles warmly as he walked to Tim's room. I lay in bed and looked at the ceiling, after a while Jack still doesn't come into the room. I decided to check on him, I walk in to see Jack in the rocking chair asleep with Tim in his arms still. I chuckle quietly and try to grab Tim, Jack held him close, he started to mumble and I could't understand him. "Jack? You ok?" He held Tim tighter, I grab his wrists scared he'd hurt Tim. "Jack wake up!" He fluttered his eyes opened and looked at me with wide eyes, Jack tears Tim into his arms and holds him close breathing heavily. What is going on? He's looking at me like I'm a---oh..he had the dream again. I said to myself. "Hey it's ok. It's me." I gently grab Tim and set him into his crib. Then wrapped my arms around Jack, "Jack it's ok it's me." He shakes his head, gripping my shirt. I hold Jack close to my chest and stroke his hair. "It's alright, I got you." He sobs on my chest. 

"I-I had the dream again." He mumbled.

"I know it's ok. I'll make sure he never get's you." The dream he was talking about was when he dreamt he left me and went to be with the guy he met at the hospital while he had Tim with him. I hated it when he had the dream, it scared him so bad. It shook him so much the first time he had the dream, he didn't talk for a week never letting me leave his side. It calmed down but he had it like twice a month. I picked him up and walked to our bedroom. I sat him on the bed and looked at him. "What?" he asked looking around. I grabbed his chin and kissed him.

"I'll always protect you, you know that right?" He smiled and nodded.

"I know, Mark, you tell me this every time I have the dream. And you always do it." I climbed into the bed next to him.

"I love you, Clover." He turned toward me.

"Me too Puppy." We cuddled the rest of the night.