“Sunshine,” he mumbles.
“I’m tired. Will you hold me?” She slides close to him.
“Yes,” he says, and holds his arm to the side. I watch in awe as he cuddles her close. “Had a nightmare,” he whispers.
“I have them too. They suck, but we can help each other. Yeah?” she asks, placing her head on his chest.
“Yeah, sunshine.” He smells her hair, tightens his arm, and smiles slightly.
“We'll always sleep close.” She sighs and sinks against him.
I don’t know how long I stare at them. Haven falls asleep with no fear, and Lawson’s breathing deepens. Shit. She is something. She really did tame the beast. I cover them up and stand at the end of the bed. I rarely get emotional, but seeing Haven’s kindness, fearlessness, and love toward my brother causes my throat to close. He’s been in pain for so long, it’s nice to see him get some relief. His nightmares come every night, and we try to calm him. He’s taken a swing at each of us numerous times. I knew I could pull Haven back if he tried, but I wanted to see if she could do what we had failed at. He fears hurting her, and now we know he never will.
Backing out of the room, I shut the door slightly and pull out my phone. I run my hand through my hair as I call Hunter.
“What’s wrong?” he answers.
“Lawson had a nightmare.”
“Is Haven alright?” he asks, and I hear Bane close by.
“She calmed him.” I wait, but there is nothing but silence. “She’s sleeping beside him.”
“What?” he rasps.
“She insisted that she could help. She spoke to him, crawled onto the bed, and he woke up. He pulled her close and smiled. They are both asleep.” I lean against the wall.
“Fuck,” Bane says.
“She's his peace,” Hunter murmurs.
“Yes. I'll stay close, but I don’t think we have to worry.”
“He deserves it,” Bane says gruffly.
“We all do,” I whisper.
“We can’t fuck it up,” Hunter says. “We have to make her want to stay.”
“I don’t think she’s going anywhere,” I say.
“Why?” Bane asks.
“She was with Lawson.” More silence. “She knew he needed her. I observed.”
“That’s—” Hunter pauses.
“It was beautiful,” I say softly.
“Good. She’s perfect,” Bane rumbles.
“Did Lawson speak about his past?” Hunter asks.
“Yes, he told her everything.”
“I’m glad she knows. Heath thinks he found Frank,” Hunter says.
“How sure is he?” I ask.
