Rain (drabble)
Jemma giggled in her wellies & rain jacket as she jumped in the puddles outside their flat. Hearing the door creak open, she stopped and looked over her shoulder, smiling brightly as she saw her Father and Dad come out and ready to go.
At the age of six, she’d recently lost three teeth, all up front. Her Dad liked to tease that she better ask Santa for “her two front teeth” for Christmas, based on the song, of course. Ignoring the fact Santa wasn’t real (a fact she would not admit knowing because it would make her Dad sad) but she explained how no matter the tooth fairy taking her teeth (another lie she accepted but for the pound note this time), it would take time for her permanent teeth to grow it thus, based on biology, it would be a waste of a wish to request teeth that are already going to come in. And besides, they would grow despite Santa maybe “bringing” her any. She’d rather receive the chemistry set and complete works of William Shakespeare she’d already told them about.
Her Dad had only sighed and mumbled about her being her Father’s daughter. She’d made sure to go up, hugging his legs, smiling up at him, and assuring him that she loved him more than chemistry set or the complete works of William Shakespeare. It was then that he smirked and picked her up in a big hug.












