Rain, Rain, Go Away
Carlos flopped down in the recliner and stared out the window at the steady downpour. It had been raining for two weeks and he hadn't seen his bondmate in all that time. It was the longest they had been apart since the day they met and Carlos didn't like it one bit.
Maria found Carlos curled up in the family room morosely watching the rain, lip out in a decided pout. She hid a smile and bustled into the room. "Carlos, don't you have anything better to do than just sit here?"
The little boy shrugged, his eyes still glued to the window and Maria shook her head as she settled beside her son, shifting his body so that his head was resting in her lap. "I bet I know what's wrong," she whispered, running her fingers through his curls when only a small huff was her response. "You're missing Jake, aren't you?"
Carlos tensed, his little shoulders felt like board beneath her hands. "Stupid rain," he spat finally and Maria had to hide her grin because she was sure he wouldn't find her amusement particularly pleasing. "Yes, sometimes the weather is not as good as we would wish," she agreed, "But that is no reason to sulk. After all just because Jake is not here, it does not mean he isn't thinking about you."
"I want to see him," Carlos stressed, clearly not impressed by her logic.
Maria sighed. "When I was a little girl and we could not go outside, we would write letters to the people we wished to see," she said and Carlos cocked his head as he listened to her. "And when the weather was better we could give them all the letters we'd written and they knew that we missed them just as much as they missed us."
Carlos pulled away as he sat up, his brown eyes wide with excitement. "Did they like them?"
Maria nodded. "Yes they did and I'm sure that Jake would love a letter from you too."
Carlos pursed his lips as he mulled this over before hopping down from his seat only to return a few seconds later with a pencil and a piece of paper that he laid out on the floor. Flopping onto his stomach he stared at the blank page for a moment then he shuffled forward and gripped his pencil, his little brows furrowed in concentration.
Maria rested her head on her hands as she peered over the arm of the seat to see what he was writing. With every word her smile grew and when Carlos' tongue stuck out as he tried to complete a particularly troublesome word her fingers itched for a camera to capture the moment. As the minutes ticked pass Maria finally had to abandon Carlos' work to go and check on dinner and by the time she was finished she returned to find that the boy had fallen asleep, the letter clutched tightly in his hand. She lifted him from the floor and laid him on the sofa before glancing at the piece of paper; it wouldn't hurt to have a peek after all. Uncurling his fingers slowly she removed the letter and began to read.
'Mama said that I can writ to you,' Maria resisted the urge to correct the word 'write' and kept on reading. 'I do not like the rain no more becase it is stupid and I do not see you when it falls but I will miss you til it stops and when it stops we can play in the flowers again and I promise to not hide for so long.'
Maria chuckled softly as she refolded the letter and replaced it in Carlos' hand, she could honestly say that none of her rainy day letters had been anything like this!