“Think we ought to get up?” he asked her softly.
“No,” she murmured back.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Stop asking silly questions,” she said, still in that dreamy murmur. A frown came across her features for a moment, but then softened away.
Jack grinned. “But it’s so fun.”
“Shhh…” she adjured him. “Baby Chastity wants to sleep.”
“Well, that’s too bad for ‘Baby Chastity,’” Jack said.
“Baby Jack shouldn’t be mean,” she pouted.
“What if ‘Baby Jack’ wants to get out of bed?”
“Too bad, so sad, not my problem, now shush!” she whined.
Jack chuckled some, but Chastity put an end to his capering by shifting about and snuggling down once again. Jack was at a loss, and so allowed her to remain comfortable, but he could not see that Chastity’s eyes were open, and her eyes were filled with all-too-vivid imagery from the nightmare.