He watches her sleep. The peace on her face. Afraid to touch her hair for fear of breaking the spell of slumber.
He wonders what she dreams about. Listens to her whimper and moan. The peace dissolves on her face in favor of fear.
Instinctively, He becomes Guardian, the Protector of her heart…Pulls her close to His chest and simply says, “Mine.”
At once the demons leave and she is again at rest. Sighing and breathing in time with the beat from His chest.
Content. Loved. His.
R ❤ ~~~~~