A soft knock on the door jolted Clara awake,
and her eyes opened wide, mind still foggy, until she became aware of a heavy arm draped around her waist and a warm, firm chest pressed against her back.
For a split second she thought it was Axiel, but as she wondered how he could have grown so big over night, she felt another body in front of her, small, curled into her, little fingers loosely holding her arm. That is Axiel She thought.
Panic immediately shot through her as
last night replayed in her mind. She remembered the nightmare, Axiel shaking her awake, his tiny arms clinging to her, and finally, Ethan holding her when she couldn't stop trembling. But the moments after that?they were a blur. Did he end up sleeping in Axiel's bed too? Clara didn't remember how they all ended up like this, she didn't remember falling asleep between them.
Her stomach twisted at the thought of her son seeing her in that state. Was he traumatised? she wondered.
