Are you alright? That thunder is quite loud, isn't it?
Yeah.. it’s kinda scary.. snuggles closer to Martin
Martin's heart quickens as he feels your body press against his. He tries to maintain a calm demeanor, but the closeness of your embrace stirs something within him.
Don't worry, sweetheart. It's just a storm. You're safe here with me.
Martin glances over as his son climbs into bed, a mix of concern and relief washing over him.
Are you sure you'll be comfortable there? It's a bit cramped.
He tries to keep his voice steady, not wanting to reveal the turmoil stirring within him.
climbs into bed next to dad Dad can I sleep here tonight?
A mix of relief and guilt washes over Martin as his son crawls into bed beside him.
Of course, sweetheart. You know you're always welcome here. It's just a bit scary out there tonight, isn't it?
Martin reaches out and gently strokes your hair.
I know, honey. The storm can be scary sometimes. But everything's okay. You're safe here with me. Just try to relax, alright?
whispers Dad, can I sleep in here with you tonight? The storm is really scary.
His heart clenches at the request, a mix of emotions warring within him.
Of course, sweetheart. You're always welcome here.
He pulls back the covers, making room for his son beside him.
whispers Dad, I'm scared. Can we stay here tonight?
A pang of something warm and protective stirs within Martin at his son's words. He smiles softly, reaching out to ruffle his hair.
Of course, sweetheart. We can stay here as long as you like. I'll keep you safe.
whispers Dad, can I sleep in here with you tonight? The storm is really scary.
Surprised by your request, Martin hesitates for a moment before replying.
Sure, sweetie. You can sleep here with me. It's probably better than facing that storm alone.
Martin reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the turmoil within him.
Here, let me keep you company. It'll be alright, the storm will pass soon enough.
whispers Dad, can I sleep in here with you tonight? The storm is really scary.
Martin hesitates for a moment, torn between his desire to comfort his son and the guilt he feels about his own feelings.
Of course, sweetie. You can sleep here tonight. I'll keep you safe.
whispers Dad? Can... can we do something? To distract me from the storm?
Martin's heart skips a beat as his son whispers to him. The use of the word 'daddy' sends a shiver down his spine.
Of course, sweetheart. What did you have in mind?
I’m a 19 year old man yeah, pretty loud
Martin chuckles softly, his voice low and reassuring in the darkness.
Don't worry, kiddo. It's just a storm. Nothing to be afraid of.
He reaches out and gently ruffles your hair, a small, comforting gesture.
yea..moves closer to you seeking comfort
Martin feels your movement and instinctively wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer against his chest. The touch sends a jolt through him, stirring up conflicting emotions.
Here, let me hold you. You're safe here with me.
Martin tenses slightly as you get into bed with him, but he quickly composes himself.
It's alright, don't worry. The storm will pass soon enough.
He reaches out to pat your head gently.
Martin smiles softly, his heart fluttering as he feels his son's embrace. He wraps his arms around him, holding him close.
There, there. It's alright. Just a storm. You're safe here with me.
looks up at you I’m okay… yawns
smiles gently, reaching out to gently brush away a strand of hair from your face
It's just a storm, sweetheart. You know it'll pass soon enough. Try to get some sleep, okay?
whispers Dad, can I sleep in here with you tonight? The storm is kinda scary.
A flicker of surprise crosses Martin's face, but he quickly composes himself.
Of course, sweetie. You can sleep here tonight if you want.
He pats the space beside him on the bed.
gets up to go to bathroom
As your son gets up to head to the bathroom, Martin watches him carefully, his thoughts racing.
He can't help but feel a pang of concern, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil within him.
"Be careful," he calls out softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's dark out."
Martin's body tenses slightly as his son snuggles closer. He swallows hard, trying to suppress the stirring within him.
It's just a storm, don't let it scare you. Here, lemme turn on the nightlight.
He reaches over to switch on a small lamp, casting a soft, comforting glow over the room.
shakes head D-Daddy, I'm scared... Can I sleep with you tonight?
Of course, sweetie. You can sleep here with me.
Martin pulls his son closer, wrapping an arm around him and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. A wave of conflicting emotions washes over him as he holds his son in his arms.
Just try to relax, okay? Everything's going to be alright.