of course patrick hated the rain. it was loud and obnoxious. especially since they moved to capetown. they bought a house right on the beach. a quaint house with a loft bedroom and plants everywhere.
it was old with lots of character. but it seemed unstable during thunderstorms.
patrick grew more anxious when the thunder crashed. being so close to the ocean, he was always afraid lightning would strike too close.
and, pete was still out at the store, buying fruit and oatmeal, since they ran out.
what if pete's car gets hit by lightning?
what if pete gets hit by lightning?
he let out a soft cry as he thought of what would happen without pete. pete was his soul. he couldn't lose him.
then he heard a car pull up to their house. he peeked out the window to find it to be their 1972 sea green volkswagen.
when the door opened, patrick ran to the entrance. he nearly knocked pete over with his hug. pete dropped the bags and reciprocated the hug.
"shh i've got you, doll. i've got you." pete cooed to a sobbing patrick.
"i-i thought you g-got hit by-by lightning!" patrick cried.
"im okay, baby. im fine, you're fine. everything's okay." pete whispered, stroking patrick's hair.
"now, let's go to bed, huh?" pete suggested.
patrick nodded into pete's chest as a response before pete swept patrick into his arms, holding him bridal style.
when they got to the bed, pete curled himself around the petite boy, holding his hands in his own.
"i love you" patrick whispered.
pete kissed his head.
"i love you too"
