Drabble: Tender Loving Care

In the depths of the night Jenny would toss and turn. She babbled and cried out but the words were unintelligible. Sarah was glad. In the depths of her soul she feared that Jenny would call out his name.

Sarah would shush quietly and push the damp red hairs from Jenny's brow, watching over her as the nightmare subsided once more into sleep. Then Jenny would lie, quiet and beautiful in her arms.

Once Jenny opened her eyes, smiled a tired but contented smile at Sarah and pulled her close, wordlessly, so that they fell asleep entangled, content and comforted.