I set the bowl of popcorn down on the couch between us after grabbing a hand full.

"If we're going to watch another movie, can it at least be The Lion King?" Beca crossed her arms and made the cutest pouty face at me. I just sighed. I playfully threw a couple pieces of popcorn at her.

"You do know you've seen that at least five hundred times, right?"

"You do know you say that every single time, right? Besides, you know it's my favorite. And you also know I don't like movies, so The Lion King should be a sacred movie in this house." All I could do was laugh. After all, she was right.

I flipped around Netflix until I came across the oh-so familiar picture of Simba looking majestically off into a 'sapphire sky.' Outside, our own sky wasn't looking as beautifully blue. Dark clouds began to roll in, but I tried not to draw any extra attention to it. With all hopes it would just pass by without a sound. And by all hopes, I mean all hopes. For the life of me, I will never understand why thunder storms freak Beca out so much.

About 20 minutes into the movie, we were both so distracted that neither of us noticed that it was now pitch black outside. I looked out the window just in time to catch the first couple of raindrops hitting the driveway, leaving small dark splatters as they touched.

Oh shit..

I pulled Beca a little closer to me, because ultimately I knew what was coming next.

"Everything alright, babe?" She looked up at me. I smiled and nodded. As soon as she turned back to the movie, the raindrops came down faster and faster. Pushing the thought out of my mind, I turned back to all the happy animals singing their happy songs. Every once in a while, I could hear Beca humming along. My precious little weirdo.

Then it happened. First, the bolt of lightning.

Beca shot straight up and snapped her head toward the window. She then turned to me with the most panicked expression I've ever seen.

"Becs, it's okay, it's just a storm. You're totally safe in the-"

Then, the thunder. It was powerful enough to make the walls vibrate for a good couple of seconds.

With a quickness, Beca had managed to slide into my lap and bury herself in the crook of my neck.

Well, here we go again..

"Baby, it's just a storm."

"You know I hate storms. Just let me know when it's over."

"You're missing your favorite movie."

"I don't care." I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. Gently, I rubbed her back in an effort to help calm her down. Hopefully, like most of the storms around here, it would last for a couple minutes and be over.

"My sweet little baby Beckyyy." I sang jokingly. I heard her mumble a small 'shut up' through the fabric of my t-shirt. Another laugh escaped my lips.

"Look, even the dog is okay right now." Beca lifted her head to scope the room for the German shepherd that I had gotten her for her birthday.

"Rocco is obviously scared too, he's hiding under the dining room table." She was soon buried back into me.

"Beca. He always sleeps there." This time, 'whatever' is what was mumbled out.

For the remainder of the storm, we stayed like this. Her small frame curled into a ball, refusing to leave my lap. Still, every once in a while, she would hum along to the movie. Even though she is one of the biggest, little nerds ever, I couldn't help but find this whole situation slightly endearing. Placing a small kiss on her head, I felt some of the tension leave her body. Everything was going to be okay.