because I know there’ll be thunder soon. My dad said that was only because light travels faster than sound even though they both happen at the same time. That doesn’t stop it from being scary.
I don’t hear anything, so I remove my hands from my ears. Then the thunder comes, and it’s so scary because it’s loud and I can hear it inside my head. I close my eyes, and the noise doesn’t stop. The room is shaking like an earthquake.
I scream and run outside, down the long dark hallway to the big room where mommy and Henry sleep together now. I open the door and run inside.
Mommy is alone on the bed, so I climb up on her side.
“Mommy?”
“Sweetheart.” Her voice is sleepy. It sounds like back in our real house, when I used to climb into the bed with her and my dad. She doesn’t call me sweetheart anymore now, not when Henry is around.
“I’m scared.”
She sits up and hugs me. “It’s just a storm baby, an itty bitty storm.”
I hug her back tightly. “I want it to stop.”
“It will, soon.”
I don’t feel so scared anymore. I close my eyes and imagine that we’re back at home, and my Dad is still alive. She’ll sing something funny, and I’ll laugh with my dad and then fall asleep on their bed.
“Sing something Mommy.”
She looks towards the bathroom, and then she closes her eyes. She almost starts to sing, but then the door to the bathroom opens, and Henry comes into the room wearing a robe.
He stops when he sees me. Immediately I start to feel scared again.
“What’s he doing here?” He asks my mom.
“There’s a storm. Henry.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he’s looking at my mom and he looks a little mad. She sighs and gets up from the bed. “Come on David.” She says, walking ahead of me, out of the room.
I follow her, turning to look at Henry before I leave the room. Another flash of lightning comes from the window behind him, and it makes him look scary, like a monster. I scream and run out of the door, bumping into my mommy’s legs.
She doesn’t look at me until we reach my room. She puts me back to bed, her face looking sad. She didn’t used to look sad when my dad was alive.
“Don’t go back mommy.” I tell her.
“Go to sleep.’ She whispers.
There’s another flash of lightning and before long the thunder comes again.
“Don’t go mummy.” I beg.
“David.” She sighs and gets up. “It’s only a storm.”
But it’s scary. I want to cry, even though I’m trying my best not to. “Don’t go.” I say, but she continues to walk towards the door.
“Don’t leave me.”
“David.”
“Don’t leave me.”
Arms tighten around me, my nose fills with the sweet scent that’s all her. I pull her closer, filling my senses with her.
“I won’t leave you.”
I sigh, relief flooding me even in my sleep. Opening my eyes, I see Sophie looking at me, her beautiful green eyes right in front of my face.
“I love you.” I tell her, and I mean every word. My heart is full to the point of bursting from having her so close to me. “I love you.”
She giggles. “We love you too.” She says softly.
My hand drifts down to the smooth roundness of her stomach, where our child is growing. It’s the most wondrous thing I’ve ever felt. “I love you.” I say again. No matter how many times I say it, it wouldn’t be enough. I have to tell her as often as possible, and not just with words, because she is my life, the end of my nightmares. My love.
Forever.
The End
About the Author
Serena Grey discovered her first love when she was a child, and that love, reading, has been her constant companion since then.
She still loves to read, but now she also writes, because the stories in her head won’t leave her in peace otherwise. Even though she loves all kinds of fiction, she has a soft spot for love and romance, and that flush of pleasure that can only be found at the end of a beautiful love story.
When she’s not reading and
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