Davie

That night, familiar sounds of distress woke me. I sat up and fumbled for the light switch, blinking against the sudden brightness.

Olivia was having a nightmare beside me, her hand held tightly to the hem of the sheets with sweat gathered on her forehead.

Olivia jerked and opened her eyes immediately I got to her, her dove eyes locked on me, chest heaving, her fingers clutching her nightgown.

"Are you okay? Do you need water," I murmured and slowly slid out of bed, worried about startling Olivia. Her free hand curled around my wrist, stopping me.

I turned with concern, my gaze searching her face. The sign of fear was gone from her expression, replaced by a mix of confusion and something else I had never seen in her eyes before since we got married. "Stay, I'm scared," she said quietly.