The Godparents | H.S

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 March had to be one of the worst months out of all twelve of them. Maybe I'm being too quick to judge it, but I honestly couldn't stand it. The season was changing from winter to spring, the temperature from the low thirties to mid fifties and high forties. Instead of waking up to a dark sky with ice covering your windshield, the sky is now over halfway through with the daily sunrise. 

What was once ice not even three weeks ago is now water running down your car window that remind me of when I would watch raindrops race as a kid. That may be the only nice thing about March, because from then on it rains for ten minutes, is sunny for ten minutes, and rains again, and then is sunny again. I never know what to wear, it's freezing at one moment and then an hour later it's almost sixty degrees outside.

Today I just threw on a pair of yoga pants, a flannel with a tank top underneath, and decided to grab a lightweight coat to keep in my car. Whenever I had to babysit Grayson I had to drive, since Elizabeth and Niall's house is pretty far from downtown Seattle. 

To fit the mood I put on John Mayer, his music matching the water drenched streets and the darkening horizon as the storm clouds got thicker as the rain poured down onto the roof of my car. People ran inside buildings and under awnings to get away from the sudden down pour.

Something about driving in the rain was so calming, that is until people forget how to drive in it and I almost get into an accident, but what else is new? After an hour of traffic and belting out the words to John Mayer, and many other artists I'm too ashamed to mention, I pull to the Horan residence. 

A miniscule of a smile graces my face when I turn my car off, excited to see my best friends and my nephew. With that, I jump out and lock my car, running in an attempt to not get their nice house covered in water dripping from my clothes.

"Beth?" I call, sliding off my shoes and placing them on the shoe rack with all of theirs. The tips of my fingers trace the wall lightly as I round the corner into their living room to see Grayson playing with an action figure of The Flash. "Hey, cutie!" I cooed as I bent down to scoop my nephew/godson into my arms and rested him on my hip.

"Auntie Savannah!" Gray cheered, his mouth breaking into a huge smile.

"Where's mommy and daddy?" I asked in a slight baby voice, starting to walk towards the kitchen.

"Daddy's in kitchen!" Gray exclaimed. He turned two six or so months ago, so his speech has developed pretty well so far.

I laughed, shaking my head. "I should've known that's where he'd be, he was never one to stop eating." When I reached the doorway, I saw Niall in slacks and a dress shirt, face completely submerged into the fridge. 

"You look nice," I greeted Niall, his immediate reaction was to jump in fright and hit his head against the top of the fridge.

"Not nice to sneak up on a hungry man with his head in the fridge!" Niall exclaimed, a wide smile on his face as he turned around and say me with Grayson.

"Never heard of that one," I laughed, "so, what's the occasion?"

"Nothin' special, felt like she needed a break so I'm taking her out to dinner, 's all," Niall's cheeks flushed as he thought about Beth. 

If anyone deserved a night out, it was certainly Beth. She's a lot like me when it comes to being able to days to weeks inside, but when you're a mom you don't really have a choice. She often tells me how much she regrets not going out as much before Grayson, and that's why she's always trying to set me up on dates so someone else can get me to leave the house since she can't.