Samuel's Rainstorm

Chapter 5

A week has passed since Rain and I hung out with Storm, and we are hanging out with him again tonight at my house. He will be here at 6 p.m. when he finishes with work. I'm excited that he's coming here in an hour to have dinner with the entire family, and they have promised me they will behave themselves. 

"Sammy, where is Rain's diaper bag?" dad asks stepping into my room where Rain and I are; she is playing with her toys on the carpet while I get dressed after showering. 

"Her bag is over on the desk," I reply pulling my black and purple stripped v-neck, long sleeve shirt down over my torso. "What's up?" 

"I forgot my wallet in her bag from earlier," he admits, and I can't help the laugh that bubble out of my mouth. 

"Hush," he chuckles with a grin as he takes his wallet out of the bag when he finds it. 

"What time is Storm arriving?" he asks while slipping his wallet into his back right pocket as he walks toward the door. 

"He'll be here in less than an hour now," I tell him nervously as I fix my hair with my shaky fingers. 

"Don't be nervous, Samuel," dad warmly assures me. "No one is going to embarress you tonight. Well, your grandad and grandpa might."

Groaning at him as I turn to face him; "That's who worries me."

"They'll do it sooner or later, and it's better if they do it now, and get it over with," he honestly replies with a grin, and a wink. 

Groaning again as Rain lets out a high pitched scream, and we look down at her in surprise, and we find her grinning at us with a slobbery smile. 

"Are you going to give me a hard time, tonight, too, my Usdi Waya?" I ask her with a gentle smile. (Little Wolf)

"Papa!" she grumps at me with a cute little pout with her arms raised up toward me; picking her up to place her on my right hip with a smile, and a kiss to her soft, fluffy hair. She snuggles down into my body as she buries her face into my chest with a content sigh. 

"Let's go downstairs to see aunt Leah, and uncle Gabe, huh?" I ask her as I rub her back softly with my left hand. 

She hums softly at me, so I am taking this as a yes, so I follow behind dad downstairs where not only my siblings are, but grandpa and grandad. All of them are in the kitchen where grandpa and Gabe are making a salad with fresh ingredients from their garden while Leah and grandad set the table. 

"Hey," I gree everyone as I grab the gallon of milk from the fridge to make Rain a bottle since she is getting a little grumpy.

As I sit on the couch with Rain craddeled against me, there is a knock on the door, so I get up to answer the door. Opening the door, I'm surprised to find Storm since he's early, by like a half an hour. 

"Hey, come on in," I say with a bright happy smile as I back up to let him in. 

Storm smirks at me as he holds up his hands as he quickly rambles out; "Sorry for being early, but I'm just too excited to stay away from you two any longer. I brought a cake for dessert, and I hope you don't mind."

Grinning up at him as I hold Rain while she sucks on her bottle; "Storm, stop rambeling, please. It's fine you're early, as we will take extra time with you, and it's more than fine you brought dessert."

He visually relaxes as he grins down at Rain and I; "Awesome. How's my little Raindrop?" 

"She's good," I reply. "Aren't you, my Usdi Waya?" (Little Wolf)

"Usda Wayah?" Storm repeats cutely as we walk into the kitchen, so he can place the cake on the counter.

"Usdi Waya," I tell him with a fond smile. "U-s-d Wa-yah," I slowly say to him, so he can hear how the words are pronounced. "It means 'little wolf' in Cherokee."

"Usdi Waya?" he tentativly says with a questioning look at me. 

Smiling brightly up at him as I praise him; "Perfect! Good job, Storm!"

"Thank you, Sammy," he softly replies as he greets everyone with a smile, and a 'hello'.

"Storm, can I ask you q personal question?" grandad asks him while we're sitting down to eat.

"Um, sure," Storm replies with a quick look at me before returning his attention back to grandad. 

"Why are you living with your grandparents instead of your parents?" dad inquires, and I'm instantly on edge.

"Storm, you don't have to answer that if you don't want too," I quickly say as I adjust Rain on my lap as I look at Storm. 

"It's fine, Sammy," he assures me with a tight lipped smile. 

"My mother hasn't been in my life for ten years since her drugs are more important than me, and my dad died a month ago in a car crash caused by a drunk driver," Storm replies. "So, I moved in with my grandparents."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked such a sensitive question," granddad honestly replies, and he is genuine in his words. 

Storm shrugs as he says; "No worries, as it's my life, and I have accepted this."

Thankfully the topic is changed to other, lighter topics throughout the rest of the night. When Rain's bedtime arrives, Storm asks if he can join me, and I tell him he can since I don't think he wants to be left alone with my family. I understand this since he isn't overly comfortable with them yet, but he is getting there. 

Quickly wipping Rain down with a baby wipe, I then place a clean diaper on her, and dress her in her fluffy yellow footed pajamas while Storm wanders around her room. When I'm done, I sit on the rocking chair grandad and grandpa made in the corner of the room to rock Rain to sleep as she drinks her bottle. Storm leans against the door frame as he watches us as I queitly sing a Cherokee song to her that my mother sang to us. Once she's out, I carefully lie her in her crib before turning on the mobil abover her, and switch on the video baby monitor before grabbing the other end to take it out of the room with me. 

"The song you were singing was beautiful, even though I didn't understand," Storm says softly as we exit the room as we walk down the stairs. 

"Thanks, my mother sang it to us when we were little," I tell him. "I can teach you the English to it, if you would like?" 

"I'd love that," he replies, pulling me into a hug once we reach the bottom of the stairs. 

"We'll work on it tomorrow," I grin as I snuggle into him.