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One night Vistra get ripped from her sleep by a little Bob, with tear filled eyes, shaking their arm.
„Hey? Hey? Bobby? What’s up?“,she said, concern evident in her voice, as she looks down at her kid.
Bob looks like they just fell out of bed but their eyes were red and their cheeks wet. Vistra sat up and took their tiny little face into her hands.
„N-Nightmare..“, the kid chocked out.
Bob had been suffering from nightmares as long as they can remember but they were irregular and still horrifying, every time.
Vistra lifted Bob up and onto their lap and hugged them.
Green and teary eyes closed, as the child clung to their mother for support.
„It’s ok. Im Right here. Im with you.“
And they sat like that for a few minutes. Just hugging. Vistra letting Bob cry into their shirt like she did in all these nights.
„Do you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep?“
Vistra let out a sigh as Bob quietly shook their head no and wiped away a few of the tears.
„Alright!“ Virsta stated, letting one of their hands fall onto her thighs.
She lifted Bob up and onto her back, as she made her way through the small apartment, into the direction of the kitchen.
Turning on the light and setting Bob back down, Vistra stretched her short arm and got out a big, brightly colored jar.
The woman sat down onto the kitchens floor, her child following right after, sitting as close as they could possibly can.
Vistra opened the cookie jar and pulled out a chocolate chip cookie for each of them.
„Id say don’t tell your mother but that would be me.“
Bob snorted at her joke but began biting at the cookie, even if their cheeks were still tear stained and a bit of snot was running down their nose.
Grabbing a paper towel, Vistra began trying to wipe said snot off their face. This presented a challenge as Bob was still determined to eat the cookie and to not stop.
They squirmed and ducked out the way, a small laugh bubbling out.
Finally Vistra, laughing as well, managed to (lovingly) tackle them and get rid of the snot.
A small flick to the forehead and Bob was laughing now, the cookie being history.
„Come on.“, Vistra said, lifting Bob back up into their arms and carrying them into the living room, of the small apartment the two lived in.
Bob watched, confused, from their place on one of the big pillows, as their mom messed with the music system.
Soon, Madonnas „Material Girl“ started blasting from the speaker and Vistra quickly turned it down as to not disturb the neighbors too much.
The small woman looked over her shoulder, at their kid, with a wicked smile and a certain glint in their eyes.
Bob, too, started to smile as she took their little hands and began wildly dancing to the music. If one was allowed to call it dancing.
And so they passed the next hour, dancing and twirling around, singing along so badly they could practically feel Lyn turning around in his bed.
A hour and a half later Bob was knocked out.
They held onto Vistra once again, as she carried them to their bed, this time though, with a smile and sweet dreams ahead.
„Good Night, Bobby.“, Vistra kissed their forehead.