Because I don't write enough about their families.

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The rain came down in sheets, falling against the two-story house like a tidal wave. Thunder rumbled through the pitch black clouds, sounding louder than any marching band could ever hope to achieve. Lightning lit up a room, illuminating the fuzzy blankets and tiny table and chairs, where a tea party lay long forgotten. Lightning flashed and thunder crashed once again and the little figure in the plush bed let out a muted scream.

Scott didn't like storms. Not one bit. Unless they were the pretty snowstorms that left so much snow that preschool got cancelled. Those storms were okay.

He pulled his Batman comforter over his head as his windows shook violently. He let out a whimper, he wanted his mommy but she was all the way down the hall and the monster in the closet would get him if he left his bed.

He squeezed his eyes shut and willed the Sand Man to put him in the deepest sleep ever. At least until the storm was over.

"Scotty?" the toddler felt his bed dip and he peeked over his comforter.

"Root!" he lunged himself into her arms. She hugged him back fiercely.

"I'm kinda scared, do you think you could protect me?" the 10-year old asked, petting her brother's hair. He nodded against her shoulder.

"Thanks Scotty," she shimmied under the covers with him. Scott squealed and clung to Ruth as another rumble of thunder shook the house. She held him close and rubbed his back.

"Shh, its okay, God's just bowling with his angels, he must be winning," she kissed his forehead.

Scott pulled his face away from the comfort of her flannel nightgown.

"Bowing?"

"Mhm, like we did with Daddy yesterday," she smiled and the blonde boy nodded.

"He muss be getting a watt of strikes," Scott said seriously then cuddled against his sister as more lightning flashed, "He should wait till I'm not sweeping,"

Ruth ran her fingers through Scott's hair, "I'll talk to him about it."

They lay there talking about nothing until they both drifted off to sleep, storm forgotten.

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There should be more Ruth/Scott cuddles in the universe! I demand it be so!

How many other people were told the bowling angels story when they were scared?

Little toddler Scott! Squeal, he's such a cutie! Did anyone else catch the monster in the closet joke? Just me? Okay, keep reading!