"Derek." Emily moans as he kisses her neck. "We can't tonight." Emily says as she pushes him away. "It's storming, you know P is going to be in here." Every time it storms the two-and-a-half-year-old would crawl into bed with them, and Emily guessed this time would be no different.

"I'll be quick." He states as he goes in for a kiss, Emily blocks him.

"As romantic as that sounds, I'll have to pass." Derek rolls onto his back and seconds later their door is opening. "Would it have been that fast?" Emily asks with raised eyebrows. Derek smiles.

"I'm scared." The two-year-old says walking to her mom's side of the bed.

"Come here." Emily lifts the child onto the bed. "There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just rain." Emily tries to calm the child who has buried herself against Emily's side.

"Do you know why it rains P?" Her dad asks and she shakes her head. "Well, you see, the sky gets thirsty, just like you and me, and what happens when you are thirsty?" He asks the little girl.

"Mommy or you get me a drink."

"That's right, so the sky takes a big ol drink of water and that feels him up, but sometimes he drinks too much water. What happens when you drink too much water?"

"I have to potty." She giggles.

"Mhm, so when the sky drinks too much water, he has to potty too, that's what rain is." Derek explains.

"Ew, that's nasty." Emily and Derek chuckle at the little girl's comment.

"That's why we have umbrella's." Derek says matter of fact.

"What about thunder?" She asks scooting a little closer to her dad.

"Well, thunder is," Derek thinks for a little bit. "Mommy, what's thunder?" Derek asks looking up at Emily.

"If the rain is supposed to be pee, then thunder should be…"

"Farts!" The little girl interrupts and the three of them laugh.

"Well, it makes sense." Emily agrees. They laid there for a while, listening to the rain hit the house and every time it would thunder, the three of them would giggle.

AN: I don't know where this idea came from, but I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it isn't any good.