I was looking for Harry. There was a thunderstorm, and although I was a grown woman, thunder and lightning still scared me.
I found him in our bedroom, wrapped in a quilt.
"I'm a Time Lord. I'm hundreds of years old. Thousands of civilizations fear me. But I am frightened of a thunderstorm!" He grumbled.
"Then why aren't you under the bed?" I teased.
"I don't fit." We both giggle.
"Is there room in that quilt for me?"
"There is always room with me for you, my precious darling."