Just Breathe

Chapter 15

Stiles held Emma in his arms as they slept peacefully. Every time Emma tried to roll over or move, Emma found herself being squeezed by two muscular arms. After Stiles had the scare of losing his mate, he wasn't letting her go. So they slept soundly through most of the night, entangled in each other's arms. 

Stiles head perked up as he looked around the room groggily, half of his hair matted down. "Hey did you hear that?" Stiles whispered, his voice gravely from sleep. Emma groaned, rolling over as she nuzzled deeper into the pillow. Stiles shrugged it off, dropping his head back down on the pillow. 

The same thudding sound reached him, forcing Stiles back up. "No I defiantly heard something" he slurred, a little louder. Emma groaned, sitting up as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She blinked a few times, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "What?" Stiles asked in confusion, staring at the soft expression on her face.  

"Isaac" she called softly, Stiles head tilting in confusion. "Come in" she added, the door squealing open to Stiles' surprise. Isaac stood sheepishly running his hand through his hair as he scuffed his foot on the floor. "Nightmare?" Emma asked gently, a tear slipping down Isaac's cheek. 

Emma nodded with a sad sigh, pushing Stiles to the edge of the bed as Emma scooted to the middle. She patted the bed next to her, Isaac moving closer. "You can't be seriou-" Emma elbowed him, Stiles yelping before shutting up. Isaac quietly crept closer, climbing onto the bed. He laid down, Emma wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Stiles rolled his eyes before flopping back down, his back against hers. 

A few minutes past before Isaac's breathing steadied, his once previously hot temperature dying down back to normal.  "Sorry about this" Emma whispered when she was sure Isaac was asleep. She peeled her arms away from him, turning on her side to look at Stiles. 

"Does he do this a lot?" Stiles whispered back, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Emma smiled softly, nodding.

"His dad really messed him up. The abuse, both physical and mental, really did a number on him. The nightmares are the worst" Emma explained, closing her eyes. "For the moment, I seem to be the only one who can get him to sleep" she told Stiles, a sigh escaping her. "I hope you're not mad" she winced, peeking an eye open to look at him.

He smiled, running his hand through her hair. "Not at all" he pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. Isaac mumbled something in his sleep, rolling over before nuzzling into her back. Stiles breathed a laugh along with Emma. 

"Like a little puppy" Emma beamed, closer her eyes as she settled into the pillow. "Good night Stiles" Emma yawned, drifting back into sleep. Stiles stayed awake a little longer, thinking on his life and how lucky he was. Sure his life was constantly threatened but he had a beautiful mate, a best friend, and a pack. A few minutes later, he joined her in sleep.

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Her eyes jerked open, fluttering to the clock which read two in the morning. Something was off she realized as a breeze hit her back. She turned, the bed next to her empty. "Isaac" she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. "Shit" she mumbled, sitting up as she pulled the covers off of her. Stiles sat up, rubbing his eyes as he tried to figure out what was going on. Emma got out of bed, looking around the room.

"What? What's wrong?" Stiles slurred, still half asleep. But Emma was wide awake.

"It's Isaac. He's sleep walking which means he is having another nightmare" Emma explained, looking in the closet where she found nothing. "It's happened before and last time it was really bad. I need to find him, Stiles" Emma said frantically searching around the room. 

"Okay, we'll find him. Don't worry" Stiles assured her as she grabbed his arm, pulling him out of bed. 

"C'mon, he's not in here" Emma dragged him down the hallway towards Isaac's room. She burst through the door, entering an empty room. Stiles turned to leave and continue look but Emma grabbed his arm.  She pressed her finger to her lips, the both of them going quiet. Her and Stiles stood very still listening.