🕯️⛈️ 𓈒 your carer comforts you during a thunderstorm.
it was just past 2 o'clock in the morning when purple-white lightning illuminated your bedroom walls. you awoke in a panic, your little heart beating out of your chest. you quickly hid under your blanket, listening to the rain pounding against the windows, while dime-sized hail threatened to shatter the glass. not being able to stand it any longer, you jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. to your surprise — and immediate relief — your carer was up too, sitting in their recliner drinking tea out of a mug you made for them at school.
“hey kiddo, the storm wake you up too? it's gonna be okay, come sit with [title]. i'll protect you.”
without hesitation, you shuffled your way over to them, careful not to trip on your blankie, wrapped around you tightly like a cape. your carer scooped you up and brought you into their lap, holding your face close to their chest and reassuring you of your safety. the warmth of their gentle words whispered into your hair and body heat soothed you almost instantly.
you said it so quietly that you weren't sure if your carer could even hear it, but as with all things, they did.
“i know sweetheart. you know what? when the thunder woke me up, i was scared too. my heart was beat-beat-beating just like yours is now. but you feel better now, sitting here with [title], don't you?”
you nodded: earnestly, gratefully, truthfully. you did feel better, a 100x better, curled up in your carer's arms.
“i do too baby, i feel so much better having you here to keep me safe. we'll always protect each other, isn't that right?”
you nodded again and tightly wrapped your arms around theirs. they tipped their mug bottoms-up, cleared their throat, and patted your back with an exciting finality, like they had something fun planned.
“well, [title]'s all outta tea and i'm prettttyy sure i heard someone's tummy growl... would my kiddo be up for a midnight snack, hm?”
you and your carer spent the night cooking simple treats, watching old kid's movies, and playing board games. when the storm inevitably knocked the power out, you helped them light all the candles you could find, and they taught you how to make shadow puppets using flashlights and some thin blankets you had tucked away in your closet.
during all the fun, you never realized you had forgotten all about the storm that had you shaking hours before, even though the thunder was no quieter, the rain nor hail any lighter, the lightning no dimmer. you were safe and warm and loved, and that was all that mattered.
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