**fluff**

Imagine the author of this imagine not knowing how to summarize it.

Read to find out, I guess.

"I swear, Sebastian- one day I will be completely ok with public speaking!" You declared, looking at him with wild eyes.

He giggled. "Of course you will, baby. And you'll be fine out there. Trust me." He soothed, placing his hands softly around your shoulders.

You sighed into his touch, his warm hands making you feel at home. "I love you." You breathed, taking in his scent.

"I love you, too." He kissed your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"How about we just skip the charity dinner and stay here and have sex." You said, rushing your sentence. You kissed him and he kissed back, giggling.

He pushed you back, softly. "Baby, you know that you can't miss this. This is your dream."

He was right. "Yes, I know, but I hate public speaking. I hate it with a passion." You declared, setting your note cards down on the counter.

He giggled. "Everything will be fine. Believe me. I've done my fair share of public speaking, and everything has gone fine. What's the worst that could happen?" He asked.

"Well," you began, "what if I go off topic? What if people 'boo' me? What if people throw food at me? What if I get my period?" You rambled on, becoming even more scared of the speech by speaking of your fears out loud.

"Ok, well, this isn't a concert so no one will 'boo' you or throw food at you. And, it will be almost impossible for you to go off topic because there are pictures of (insert charity thing worth supporting to you here) (mine would be dogs) everywhere. And third, your period ended over a week ago, so you will be fine. Trust me." He kissed your lips softly.

You broke the kiss. "You're right." You spoke.

"I know." He smiled, fondly. "I always am."

You giggled. "You're way too cocky, sometimes."

"You're just way under cocky, if that's a thing." You laughed and he blushed at his words.

"That can be a thing, I guess. But one day, like I said earlier, I will be ok with public speaking. I mean, this is only my first speech, so, one day I'll be fine. Hopefully. One day," you declared, "I will become a beautiful butterfly and emerge from my cocoon." You smiled at the ceiling, lost in your beautiful speech.

"Technically," he began, "moths are the ones who emerge from cocoons, so you would technically be a moth. Butterflies emerge from chrysalises." He raised his eyebrows and his mouth went into a playful line, proud of himself.

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at him. "Really? Why did you have to ruin my moment, Sebastian? Really, why?" You asked in disbelief.

He giggled. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm only trying to make you laugh." He soothed, hugging you.

You hugged back. "You're such a dork." You mumbled into his chest.

"Just remember, that I'm your father." He said, his voice going lower.

"What?" You asked, shocked.

His breathing became airy, as if he was cuffing his mouth with his fist.

"Sebastian? What the-"

You woke up from your dream on Sebastian's lap, Star Wars on. He was watching intently, stroking his thumb against your (Y/H/C) head.

You moaned softly, slightly sad that the dream ended. But why was I afraid of public speaking? you thought.

"Oh, hey." Sebastian whispered, smiling down at you. "You fell asleep during the movie and I didn't wanna wake you."

You yawned, looking up at him. "I'm sorry that I fell asleep, baby. But I had the strangest dream."

"It's ok. But what's that?" He asked.

"I had a dream that I was afraid of public speaking." You told him, dumbfounded.

His brows furrowed. "Odd. You love talking to people."

"And you know that's weirder?"

"Hmm?"

"I was speaking for a charity event."

He thought for a moment. "Well, at least it was for a good cause."

You giggled at the remembrance of your dream. "And, the movie must've surfaced into my dream because you told me that you were my father." You giggled more.

He giggled as well. "Well that's even more odd than you being afraid of public speaking." He laughed through his sentence.

"And you told me that I'm a beautiful moth because moths emerge from cocoons and butterflies don't." You said, smiling.

"Well, that sounds like me." He said, giggling.

"I love you." You murmured, closing your eyes.

"I love you, too." He cooed.

You soon drifted back to sleep, but you woke up enough to feel him carrying you to bed. He laid himself beside you, and you curled into him, you both falling asleep.

SORRY THIS SUCKS.

Love y'all!