"Darling, you can turn the light off," Patsy said with a frown, turning over to gaze questionably at her wife. Delia sat with arms crossed as she stared pointedly at the door in front of their bed. Around them, the rumblings of thunder echoed across London.
"No, I'm waiting," the brunette said softly, glancing at the ceiling.
"Waiting for wha-"
Patsy was interrupted by a bright, blinding flash of lightning that was soon followed by an earsplitting "crash". The two women then heard the patter of bare feet, getting louder and louder as it neared their room. Within seconds their door was flung open and in a blur of blonde hair, Ellie launched herself on to their bed.
"Oof," Patsy said as the young girl landed squarely on her torso.
"Mum, Mam, its storming," Ellie complained, burying her head in Patsy's shoulder and clinging to her for dear life. Patsy wrapped her long arms around their daughter and drew her close, hiding a wry smile.
"I know sweetie, it's very scary," Patsy soothed, rubbing her back.
"You're going to be alright," Delia added in sympathetically, "The storm can't get you in here." Thunder clapped again and Ellie clutched at Patsy even harder.
"Do you want to sleep with us?" Delia asked, brushing some hair out of the child's face. Ellie's face jerked up and down as she nodded her ascent.
Ellie settled in between her mothers and soon Patsy and Delia had wrapped their arms around Ellie, protecting her from the ongoing storm pounding on to their house.
But they all slept soundly that night.