SnowBaz Oneshots

Wouldn't Allow It

*Simon's POV*

"Shh, my love, it's okay." I whisper to my screaming one year old daughter. I pick Natasha up from her crib and hold her to my chest. Almost immediately, she calms down and falls back to sleep against me. I decide that putting her back down might wake her up, so I walk with her down the stairs and to the kitchen.

As I take my mug of hot chocolate, I sit on the sofa and turn on mindless television. Though it's only for the light. I stare at my beautiful daughter. My little miracle. Tash is an adorable baby. She also is the sweetest, and usually the calmest. But lately she has been waking from nightmares each night. I'm the one to go and get her because every time Baz does, he won't go back to sleep and end up being late to work the next day. So, since I'm the househusband, I wake with her and stay up so he can sleep.

It worries me. Actually, it terrifies me. I hate having to watch my baby scream in fear of something only she can see in her nightmares. At first we thought it was just her being a one year old, waking up in the middle of the night for a changing or for food. But when we talked to a doctor at her checkup, he said she shouldn't, by now, be waking every single night. He ran some tests while she was asleep, basically just monitoring her brain activity, as found that her dreams are vivid and he said it must be nightmares. The doctor said that there isn't much we can do. She is too young to take sleeping medicine, and therapy wouldn't work on a one year old. So, we just have to comfort her when she wakes from her dreams and try to do our best.

Natasha starts to squirm, signally either another nightmare or she is waking up. Luckily, instead of screaming, she just opens her eyes and looks up to me.

"Hello, my love. Had a rough night again? Do you realize how much we love you? Your Papa and I would do anything for you, Tash. I wish there was something we could do now. Trust me, I know what you feel. But I don't know what you are seeing every night. I love you so so so much. We will find a way to stop your awful nightmares, my love. That I can promise you." I tell my daughter as she lays in my lap, staring at me with her blue, wide eyes. All she does in response is giggle, which is enough for me. Smiling, I start to tickle her, loving the sound of her laugh. I wish she would be this happy 24/7.

*Time Skip*

"Love, what are we going to do?" Baz asks me. Even without saying it, I know what he is thinking about. Unfortunately, I don't have an answer for him.

"I don't know, Darling. She woke up again this morning from them." I tell him as I curl into his side. We are laying on the sofa, Tash rolling around, babbling nonsense, on the rug on the floor.

"She did? Why didn't you wake me up?" Baz questions, worriedly. I sigh and shake my head. "You need rest, Darling. You have to work during the day, I can handle less sleep at night. It was fine, mostly. Just had to hold her." I tell him. He only frowns and hugs me to him.

"Love? I may have an idea that might help. I was thinking about it a few days back, but wat you just said makes me think it might actually work." Baz says, voice shaking. I stare at him questioningly.

"I will try anything to help her, Baz. Well, anything but magic. She is too young for that." I tell him. Though she may have magic later in life, and was most likely brought to us by magic, I'm not comfortable with doing magic on her. I don't want anything to go wrong. Even if it is by accident.

"No, I promise it's not magic. You know I wouldn't do that. But, I was thinking, she always calms down when we hold her. Every time. I know we tried toys, stuffed animals, and those didn't work. However, ever single time we hold her, Natasha will calm down and sometimes even sleep peacefully in our arms. What if we let her sleep with us instead of in her crib?" Baz suggests with a hopeful look in his eyes. I pull away from his hold slightly, needing to look at him fully. A part of me says that this isn't a good idea. I toss and turn in my sleep, which could end with me hitting, or even rolling onto, Tash. Or the fact that Baz often sleeps with tons of blankets which Natasha could get trapped in. But, the other part of me realizes that we don't have any other ideas. Tash's nightmares are only getting worse, and neither of us has any ideas of how to help her.