Somehow.....We'll make it.

I grip his cold petite hand tighter and pick up my pace. The autumn air was frigid and damp. Just as the clouds began to rain, I felt my eyes do the same . Small hazel eyes flicker toward me at the sound of my crys. His raspy voice was barely audible when he mumbles, "mommy okay?" " Yes baby, mommy's okay", I softly reply. I pick him up and place my head on top of his. I search for shelter and restated my words, "mommy's okay" as if they'd magically become true.