This was like some shit out of a romance movie, you were in the passenger seat of Tyler's, your previous husbands' truck, though to him you two were still married, it didn't matter to him how many fucking papers he had signed and how much you two had argued, he still wore his ring so you two were still married.

Your arms were crossed as your 4-year-old daughter, Sierra, climbed around in the backseat, trying to get a better look at the clouds. Her light brown hair falling in the face as she craned her neck to look out the window.

About 2 years after you and Tyler got married you became pregnant, now since he was a storm chaser and wasn't home much you didn't know how the fuck y'all were supposed to raise a child but it worked out.

Everything was great until Tyler gained fame and was chasing tornadoes every 5 seconds.

Long long long story short, after a lot of yelling and him sleeping on the couch you two tried to divorce each other, bringing him the last paper to sign when the stupid ass tornado sirens started going off and he refused to let you and his daughter drive back to the motel you were staying at and shoved you both in his truck.

Now you were waiting for him to finish talking to Lily and Boone before you all could go after the tornado.

Great memories.