𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

38 - [JM] Behemoth

B E H E M O T H
noun [bih-hee-muhth, bee-uh-]

Any creature or thing of monstrous size or power.

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James walked into his bedroom with his shoulders slumped forward out of being extremely exhausted. He yawned widely then collapsed onto the bed, face first. He didn't bother changing into something more comfy nor did he take his shoes off.

You are paying a visit to your parents for the week because your mother has fallen ill. James, your husband, is taking care of your six year old son. You would have taken him with you but he has school to attend.

James had a rough day today. Your son had got into a fight with the grade bully, it wasn't his fault thankfully. You were horrified to hear the news that your baby boy was slightly injured, that too for some stupid reason. But he punched the bully in the nose and ran to his teacher to tell her.

James had to run about at school, talking to various people about the incident then having a quarrel with the bully's parents. He felt slighty intimidated because you weren't there to back him up.

He was glad to come back home early in the afternoon. Your son was happier because he got to miss the rest of the school day.

James pulled himself to the pillows and hugged them. He turned onto his side and pulled the covers over his body after kicking his shoes off his feet-

THUMP!

His eyes darted open and he looked to the door that was ajar, with a beam of light shining into the room. Once he heard no sound again, he shut his eyes and went back to slowly falling asleep.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Daddy?" A light voice squeaked, followed by feet scurrying towards the bed. James let out a long breath then opened his eyes.

"What's wrong love?" He furrowed his eyebrows and lifted his head up. Your son approached the edge of the bed and started playing with his father's hands.

"I had a badmare," He mumbled and James rubbed his face before sitting up and leaning his back against the back frame. Your son has been calling nightmares 'badmares' since he was little after hearing the two words separately being mentioned by you in sentence.

[y/s/n] jumped onto the bed and looked to the ground. "What was your badmare about sweetheart?" James asked while pulling him onto his lap and rubbing his back.

As he told the events of the dream, where a big monster threatened to take his mom and dad away from him and murder all his friends, James struggled to keep his eyes open. He felt a major migraine starting and he placed [y/s/n] on the floor.

"Alright son, let's go to your room," He said and hoped that walking a little would wake him up. Your son held onto his hand tightly as they made their way to his bedroom.

Jams switched on the lights and took in a deep breath. He sat at the end of the bed and tucked the son in after he lay down. James rubbed his face and-