“Mommy?”

“Yes, dear?”

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared, little one. Nothing can harm you once the nightlights are lit.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“I’m still scared. Will you stay with me?”

“Of course.”

“Mommy?”

“Time for bed, baby.”

“I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe tonight.”

“Goodnight, Mommy.”

“Goodnight, my sweet.”

She kisses the top of his head and gently tightens the hold she has on him. As his breathing evens out against her chest she knows that she is blessed.

Because she has him.