Fear (Karen/Frank)
Kastle + Fear
If anyone had ever told Karen how much fear a little sniffle would one day instill in her, she would have rolled her eyes and laughed it off.
She didn’t even known babies this small could sneeze like that, the sound scaring little Andrew, his eyes growing wide as he begins to howl.
Sometimes she wishes she could go back in time to when he was still under the curved swell of her stomach, safe from all the dangers of the outside world.
Frank’s gentle swaying is the only thing that quiets the child, and when Karen watches them together her heart aches with equal measures of love and sorrow.
She can’t imagine how hard this is for Frank, but he somehow manages to look down at their son with a smile on his face, softly murmuring a lullaby into the quiet night.