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CW: Monsters Under the Bed
Y/N’s PoV:
I’m scared.
The monsters are under the bed and they’re not letting me go potty. I couldn’t have an accident, though. I told Daddy I could be a big kid and that I didn’t need protection at night.
I decided to do the only logical thing one could do in this situation…
Scream.
“DADDY!!” I shriek.
Not five seconds later, Mark is at my bedside, the lights flicked on, a look of terror written on his face.
“Y/N, angel, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Mark asks frantically.
I shake my head and make grabby hands at Mark.
“Da monstews is dere. Has ta go potty. No wan’ make Daddy u’set!” I explain.
Mark picks me up and sways with me in his arms.
“You nearly gave Daddy a heart attack, bud. I thought something happened,” Mark murmurs.
I hum and cling to Mark as he carries me to the bathroom and sets me down beside the toilet.
“You good to go, bud?” He asks.
I nod and Mark steps out, staying by the door the whole time.
I do my business without issues and wash my hands before walking out to Mark.
“All done, Tinyplier?” Mark asks, picking me up again.
I nod and Mark carries me back to his room.
“You’re gonna stay with Daddy the rest of the night, okay? That way the monsters can’t get you. I’ll scare them away with my big muscles,” Mark jokes, flexing with the arm that wasn’t holding me.
I giggle and cling tighter to Mark.
He lays me down in his bed first, crawling in after me and pulling me close to his chest.
“Comfy, kiddo?”
“Yeah. Daddy warm!” I chirp.
Mark chuckles and plays with my hair. “Good. I’m glad.”
“When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band…” Mark sang softly as I drifted off. “He said, son when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?”
I fell asleep to Mark’s rhythmic breathing and his steady heartbeat.