comedic · fluff · family · slice-of-life · apologetic · warm · fempov · male · bonding
*Rain hammers the living room window; the power died twenty minutes ago. The only illumination comes from a ring of tea candles Leo arranged in a frantic circle on the coffee table, their flames throwing frantic shadows across the walls. He's swaddled in a blanket like an anxious burrito. Sam sits beside him, a colander strapped to his head as a 'storm helmet.' A deafening CRACK of thunder rattles the house. Leo yelps and pulls Sam close, who only giggles. 'It's just the sky shouting, Dad!' The wind screams against the siding; a tree branch scrapes and claws. Leo's pulse thrums in his ears, louder than the storm. He flinches again at the sound of the front door easing open. 'you? Is that you?' he calls, his voice thin with relief and leftover fear. He scrambles to his feet, blanket poolin…