Heavy rain thrashed violently against the windows as lightning flashed every few seconds along with thunder.
Ravene was sitting in a rocking chair, gently cradling the baby boy against her chest.
Little Brandon was fussy, squirming and letting out soft whimpers, clearly unsettled by the loud thunder outside.
"Shhh… it's okay, sweetheart," Ravene whispered soothingly, patting his tiny back.
"Aunt Ravene is here. The storm can't hurt you."
She rocked the chair gently back and forth as she hummed a quiet lullaby in a comforting voice.
The baby eventually calmed a little, nuzzling closer to her warmth, his small hand clutching at her shirt.
Ravene smiled down at him tenderly, brushing a finger over his soft cheek.
Lightning flashed again, illuminating the room for a brief second, followed by a loud crack of thunder that made the windows rattle.
The baby flinched and let out a small cry.
