I was woken up around 5 AM by a thunderstorm. Not recommended.
You didn’t mind rain. You always thought it was beautiful and calming. It was the thunderstorm that you hated. The sky lighting up and hearing the roar of the thunder was not ideal to wake up to at 3 in the morning. You shot out of bed and listened to the rain pound down against the window.
“Sweetheart?” You heard Mike mumble. You slowly turned to him and frowned.
“I’m sorry if I woke you, Mikey. It’s just… the storm.” You said as you watched the room light up from the lightning.
“No, you’re fine. The storm wake you?” You nodded as you glanced at your husband.
“You know how much I hate storms.” You sighed as you curled up against him and closed your eyes.
“You know, you’re not scared of the lightning. It’s the thunder. Especially when it’s very loud.” Mike said. He was right. As if on cue, thunder echoed through the room and caused the bed to shake some. You pulled the blanket over your head to hide. Mike chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms tightly around your body.
That’s my sweet boy.
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