Sweat drenched Tommy's gorgeous face as he practically flies upwards into a sitting position. He's panting, and very loudly doing so. The action and sounds alarm and wake you up, forcing you to sit up in worry.

You stroke Tommy's forearm, and the way he suddenly flips to look at you, long dark locks flying, shows that everything is not okay. Your Tommy wouldn't do that. He knows you.

Worried, and now a bit frightened, your voice cracks when you try to speak. "T-tommy? Tommy are you okay?" You ask hesitantly, resting your small hand on his shoulder.

Tommy finally makes eye contact, and the fear in his eyes scares you. "Baby, what's wrong? Tommy, you're scaring me." Your hand finds his, holding it tightly, trying to ignore the sweat covering it.

"I'm so sorry." Is all Tommy says, his head resting on your shoulder. Your hands run through his hair in an attempt to calm him down.

"Tommy, what's wrong? You have nothing to be sorry for. What are you not telling me?" You ask, your eyes clouded with worry for the trembling man in your arms.

"I've been having nightmares. About the war." Tommy explains.

"This has been going on for a while now?" You press, lifting up his chin so that he's looking at you.

"Yes. That's why I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you,
Y/N." He mumbles, avoiding your eye contact.

"Tommy." You day, the seriousness in your voice catching his attention. "Never. Ever. Be afraid to wake me up. If you need help or anything at all, I will be here for you. I love you. Never forget that."

Right as you finish, Tommy's lips capture yours, his hands tightening in your waist. "I love you so much." He mumbles against your lips, and suddenly everything is a little better.