34...35...36....37-
BOOM!
She flinched at the sound. 37 miles away. Could the thunder get her from here? Or the lightening? She sighed, drumming her fingers against the counter. She pushed herself off the stool, adjusting her sleeping attire – boxer shorts and one of Nick's dress shirts – before heading upstairs. She ran a hand through her brunette colored hair, shooting a look to the wall clock. 3:46. She frowned, crawling back in bed beside her husband, who had been sleeping peacefully through out the night.
BOOM!
She chewed on her lip. A few more booms of thunder went by and she found herself standing. They were getting closer.
1...2....3-
BOOM!
Macy panicked.
1-
BOOM!
She screamed, running for the closet. She pulled her knees to her chest and hid her face in them, sobbing quietly. The bed creaked and the lamp flicked on. "Macy?" A tired voice said. "Macy?" The voice repeated, now on alert. She let out a small sob, letting him know where she was. She couldn't speak. The closet door open and a sigh of relief left his lips. "I should of known." He mumbled, leaning down in front of her.
"Nick, the storm-" She said quietly.
"I know, I know." He hushed, wrapping his arms around her.
BOOM!
She whimpered, burying her face in his neck. He chuckled, lifting her. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He kissed her forehead softly. He turned the lamp off and got back into his spot, bringing her back into his embrace.
BOOM!
"Nick-" She whispered.
"It's okay." He kissed her. "I won't let the thunder and lightening get you, Macy."
"Thank you." She wiped her eyes. "You must be getting tired of this." She laughed coldly.
"Never." He said, kissing her again. "I love you."
"I love you, too." She sighed, letting her eyes close.
BOOM!
Her body stiffened against his. He left a sweet kiss on his wife's shoulder. He sang in her ear;
"Hush little Macy don't you cry, every thing's gonna be alright." She was out cold in seconds.
Mehh. I don't know.
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