Every day, the Revolution took more and more out of everyone. Men died, families were broken apart, and allies would often become enemies. But Lafayette remained hopeful. He had his constant, his hope, his joy. He had you. When he had first come to America to aide General Washington, Lafayette had never expected to meet the person he knew he would spend the rest of his life with. And, whenever he returned from his duties, you were there waiting.

But, the horrors of war come for everyone in the end. For you, it was the nightmares. You were plagued by them almost every night, but especially when Lafayette wasn't with you. You worried. When he was away, you wouldn't not sleep for days. Not because you didn't want to or need to. You just couldn't seem to stay asleep for very long before the nightmares returned. Lafayette had discovered the solution, however.

After a long day, Lafayette would lead you over to whatever he was sleeping on that night and gently lie down with you curled up next to him, your head resting on his shoulder or chest. Softly, his voice would start to sing. It was an old lullaby, one no one had sung to him since he was a child, but the words came back to him as if he'd heard them every single day of his life.

The lyrics were in Lafayette's native tongue, which you had been learning, but they didn't matter to you. What mattered to you was the soothing sound of his voice as it filled the air. In that moment, you swore he could sooth any savage beast. In these little moments together, the entire Revolution disappeared. It was only you and him.

When Lafayette finished the lullaby and noticed you were still awake, he started over. This time, however, the fingers on one of his hands came up and began carding through your (h/l) (h/c) locks. The action was instantly relaxing for both of you and felt yourself slipping into a deep, much needed, sleep. Lafayette's voice continued on in the background, but you couldn't even fight to keep your eyes open. You fell asleep to the sound of his voice.

Lafayette pulled you closer, if that was even possible, and continued to sing. His voice was becoming heavy as sleep threatened to overtake him as well. He was conscious of the warmth of your body pressed against his and how comforting it was. The feeling of your hair between his fingers and your even breaths were beginning to relax him more and more. Still, Lafayette continued on until his eyes drifted closed and he, too, fell asleep.

The next morning, Lafayette woke to the feeling of someone tracing patterns on his chest through his shirt. He smiled to himself as he opened his eyes a bit. "Good morning, my love," you whispered. You weren't quite ready for everyone to know the two of you were awake. You wanted more time alone with the man you adored so much.

"Morning," he muttered in French and then again in English. "Thank you," you said, "For helping me sleep again. I feel like such a burden that I need you so much." Lafayette sat up, his brows pinched together. "You are NEVER a burden, mon amour. In truth, I need these nights together just as badly as you do." He kissed your forehead before lying back down, pulling you with him. You snuggled closer to him, content on enjoying a few more uninterrupted moments of his company before the chaos of the day began.