You sighed in your sleep, snuggling closer to your Swedish husband. He smiled, watching you as you slept peacefully, his hand stroking circles on your back.
A crack of light fell on the two of you and he looked up to see your son, blanket and stuffed toy in hand.
He rubbed his eyes, pouting. "Can't sleep?" Berwald asked.
He shook his head in reply and climbed onto your bed, nestling in between you. After pulling the covers over him, Berwald, hugged both you and your son to his chest.
"Ca-can you tell me a story? Pleaseee?" Your son pleaded, making puppy dog eyes at him.
The Swede chuckled. "Alright, but you have to promise me you'll sleep afterwards okay?"
Happy, the child nodded enthusiastically.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl. She had wonderful (e/c) eyes that glowed like the dawn, and shiny (h/c) locks that even the sun envied. Her name was (y/n). But you see the girl had a problem.
She was so pretty that many men wanted to marry her. A lot of her suitors were princes of far away countries, that bought her strange and exotic riches. But she turned them away, because she knew that all they looked at was her beauty.
One day, she became so sick of them that she left her home and ran away into the forest."
At that your son gasped, completely enthralled in the story. His little hands clenched at Berwald's large one, waiting impatiently at what'd happen next.
"She was running so fast though, that she tripped and fell over, straight into a pool of mud. Crying in frustration, she carried on. By now, she'd run so far and fallen so often that her entire body was covered in dirt, leaves in her now filthy hair.
She found a clearing and sat there in the middle of it, weeping. But she didn't know that there was a man, chopping wood a few trees away from her. He heard her crying and entered the clearing, standing at the edge.
What he saw was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. For, though her looks were covered in mud, he recognised her as the woman she was, her heart as pure as white snow.
Immediately he offered her his help, a warm bath, some food and a place to stay. Which, gladly she accepted."
Berwald noticed your son's eyes starting to droop, so he decided to round the story off.
"And the girl stayed with him. For ever and always.-"
"And they lived happily ever after?" Your child asked, drowsily.
"Ja." Berwald kissed his forehead and then yours. "That they did."