The storm raged outside, rain pounding against the windows and thunder rolling through the night. You and Simon lay peacefully asleep in your bedroom, cocooned in blankets.

Suddenly, a soft sound stirred you awake—a gentle rustling and the unmistakable padding of tiny feet. You opened your eyes just in time to see your two-year-old daughter, Emmy, climbing into bed with her stuffed animal clutched tightly in her arms.

She settled between you, her little body seeking comfort as she nestled against Simon. You could feel her warmth as she snuggled close, her soft breaths mingling with the sounds of the storm outside.

“Hey there, Emmy,” Simon murmured sleepily, turning to her with a sleepy smile. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Scared,” She whispered, her big eyes shimmering in the dim light.

Simon’s arm instinctively wrapped around both of you, pulling you all closer together. “It’s alright. We’re right here,” He said gently, his voice low and soothing.

You brushed a strand of hair from Emmy’s forehead and pressed a kiss to her head. “You’re safe with us,” You reassured her, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you.

As the storm rumbled on, Emmy clutched her stuffed animal tighter, and you felt her relax against you. In that moment, with the storm raging outside, your little family was a perfect sanctuary, safe and warm together in the chaos of the night.