Sucker For Blood//Brooklyn Wyatt (Complete)

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💎Ivy💎

In the middle of the night...

I woke up to Brooklyn whining like a puppy and squishing me. I groaned and looked down, seeing his eyes shut tight as he whined and held onto my waist tightly with his head on my stomach.

"Brook," I whispered, unsure if he was awake or not.

He continued whining and started sleeping talking.

"No, don't take her away from me. She's mine. Please," He begged, desperation clear in his voice.

"Brooklyn," I said a little louder as I gently shook him.

He whimpered. "Please, no. You can't do this. You can't take her from-"

"Brooklyn!" I shouted, shaking him violently.

His eyes opened wide, darting around the room as he sat up, breathing heavily.

"Babe," I whispered, putting my hand on his arm.

He looked at me and released a sigh of relief, laying his head on my chest as he held me tightly. I ran my fingers through his hair and reassured him that it was okay.

"He was taking you away from me. He was going to kill you," Brooklyn said, looking as if he was going to cry.

"It's okay. No one's going to take me away from you," I reassured, kissing his head.

He sighed and nodded. "I know, but I was scared. I couldn't move. I just had to watch it happen."

"But that's not going to happen. I wouldn't let anyone take me away from you. Ever," I said. I held him close to me and rubbed small, gentle circles on his back.

"Good because I don't know what I'd do if you were gone," He said, looking up at me with a sad look.

"I know. But you should try to go back to sleep. It's 2:39am," I said, looking at the digital clock on a bedside table.

He nodded and held onto me a little tighter.

"I'll be right here when you wake up. I promise," I said as I closed my eyes, starting to drift off to sleep myself.

****

I wake up, streaks of sun coming through the window. I squinted my eyes, not used to the sun because of the darkness behind my eyelids. I could hear Brooklyn's soft snores as his head laid on my stomach. One of my hands laid on his back, the other on his shoulder. I raised my left hand that was on his shoulder and rubbed my eye, yawning loudly.

I looked around the room, not wanting to get up because of the comfort I felt with the warm blankets and Brooklyn's warm body.

I started running my fingers through Brooklyn's soft but slightly tangled hair, careful not to wake him up. I looked down at his sleeping face that looked peaceful and unworried, when usually it would be full of concern; or at least recently it has been.

Memories of last night flashed through my mind and I frowned, not liking the fact that my mate was getting his sleep disturbed by his terror-filled thoughts of me being taken away from him.

Brooklyn stirred and then groaned, squinting his eyes as he looked around and then looked up at me.

"Why are you concerned and guilty?" He asked, noticing the sudden negative emotions as mine.

I sighed and averted my eyes from him and looked at the wall.

"Because you're having nightmares because of me," I muttered in a small, slightly squeaky voice.