Thunder roared high in the sky. Raindrops plunked hard against the windows in the late evening of that specific upstate town; even the shutters banged hard against the panes. Regardless of how the sky was feeling, Sara Scofield was content. Her husband was finally home safe, and their son was sleeping soundly in his room. Truthfully, she couldn’t remember a time where she’d been happier.
“Mom,” came a soft hush from the doorway to one of the backrooms of the house.
Sara had been standing near the table looking down at some papers she had organized dutifully. At the sound of her son’s voice through the echoes of the thunder outside, Sara lifted her head and pushed some of her hair behind her ears.
“I can’t sleep,” Mike whined as he rubbed his eyes, shuffling into the room further.
Glancing to the nearest window, Sara frowned, knowing exactly what the cause of her son’s insomnia was. She sidestepped from the table and made her way to her little boy, leaning over to press a kiss on her son’s head. “Come on, baby, we can make hot cocoa and sit by the fire.” Placing a hand soothingly on her son’s back, Sara ushered him into the kitchen.
Thunder shook the house, causing the little boy to bury his face into his mother’s side, only making Sara hug her son a little closer as she prepared his warm hot chocolate.
“Want to go grab me some marshmallows from the cabinet?” Her voice was soothing, laced only with love as her fingers tended to her son’s short hair. He nodded and after a moment, peeled off his mother’s body and rain to get the white fluffy, sugary goodness.
Once the hot chocolate was made and poured into a single cup, Sara added the marshmallows for her boy before walking with him over to the living room to sit by the roaring fireplace.
Mike curled up on the couch first as did Sara before she handed him back the mug and wrapped her arms protectively around her son; watching him lovingly.
( @intuens