Somewhere Over A Rainbow
Characters: Cemi
Setting: Tornadoes in Texas :(
I was feeling so lazy today that I decided to skip on Landon and I's usual Tuesday through Thursday workout at Baby and Me Yoga. I wasn't even 3 months pregnant yet so I know there was no way I was tired from the pregnancy. It must be from chasing Landon around the house all day. The boy is tiny but the boy has enough energy for the both of us. I slept in until about 11 in the morning when Cody called me on his lunch break. We spoke and even Face Timed for a little bit so that he can see his sleepy wife and son still laying in bed. But once he had to go back to his next class, our conversation had to be cut short. I decided to get up from bed and do something a bit more productive with the day.
I took Landon and myself out of our pajamas and into our normal, day time clothes before going downstairs. I prepared his bottle of milk and handed it to him before putting him down in his walker so that he can entertain himself around the kitchen while I made some lunch for myself. I opened the fridge and brought out a pack of ground turkey meat and a jar of pickles, bringing both items to the counter. I bit into a whole pickle with one hand while my other hand season the meat with different seasonings. All of a sudden, loud sirens ringing. I looked around confused, wondering if I was going crazy. "Landon?" I shouted out his name to make sure he was okay. It had been too long since I'd heard those sirens and I had forgotten what they meant.
"Tornado warning," I muttered under my breath to myself as it suddenly hit me. I dropped the pickle in my hand to the floor and ran to the other side of the kitchen counter to pick up Landon from his walker. The sirens started getting louder. I pulled out my cell phone from my back pocket to call Cody but it rang and rang until it finally went to voicemail. I hung up without leaving one but I got the same treatment. "Fuck Cody!" I shouted aloud at no one really, but just because I was panicking. I decided to gather everything I needed to give him a few minutes to call me back.
I grabbed a plastic bag and stuffed a few of Landon's baby food jars along with his bottles and the powdered milk that he drinks. Next I grabbed the jar of pickles for myself, not even thinking to get more food than that. I was hoping and praying this was a false warning and the tornado heads in a completely different direction. I was going to get ready to call Cody on my way to a safe room before I realized that Zuko is trapped upstairs. With Landon still in my arms, I started running towards the stairs and then up them. Almost getting to the last step, my foot slipped and I fell down onto my knees. Just my luck. But aside from banged up knees, I was ok and thankfully Landon stayed in my arms. After letting Zuko out of his cage and putting him onto my shoulder I ran back down.
By the time we got back downstairs, the sirens were deafening. Landon started crying. Not just any crying, screaming, kicking and crying. "It's okay baby," I rubbed his back trying to soothe him but to no avail, as his tears continued. I grabbed my phone and tried dialing out Cody's number again but now I saw that my iPhone had a nice, big "NO SERVICE" sign in the upper left corner of the screen. "No, no, no," I continued talking to myself as I shook the phone hoping it would get service as I walked toward the theater room, all the pets following behind me. Aside from the loud ass fucking siren going off in all of our ears tipping them off, I think they had a feeling that something was wrong. After I closed the heavy theater door behind us all, the noise was muffled. You could still hear it in the background but now it just sounded like a distant humming. Instead, the sirens we had now were Landon's screams. I sat on one of the recliners and pressed Landon against my chest, rocking him back and forth so that he'd calm down. "Baby, I know you got scared. It's okay. We're going to be okay. Nothing happened. Daddy will be home soon and we're safe in here," I kissed his forehead. "It's okay, big boy." My hands were shaking. I didn't even believe my own lies. I was scared as hell, not only for us, but especially for his dad. I just needed to know he was indoors somewhere safe and that he wasn't pulling some crazy stunt trying to race home to us.
Setting: Tornadoes in Texas :(
I was feeling so lazy today that I decided to skip on Landon and I's usual Tuesday through Thursday workout at Baby and Me Yoga. I wasn't even 3 months pregnant yet so I know there was no way I was tired from the pregnancy. It must be from chasing Landon around the house all day. The boy is tiny but the boy has enough energy for the both of us. I slept in until about 11 in the morning when Cody called me on his lunch break. We spoke and even Face Timed for a little bit so that he can see his sleepy wife and son still laying in bed. But once he had to go back to his next class, our conversation had to be cut short. I decided to get up from bed and do something a bit more productive with the day.
I took Landon and myself out of our pajamas and into our normal, day time clothes before going downstairs. I prepared his bottle of milk and handed it to him before putting him down in his walker so that he can entertain himself around the kitchen while I made some lunch for myself. I opened the fridge and brought out a pack of ground turkey meat and a jar of pickles, bringing both items to the counter. I bit into a whole pickle with one hand while my other hand season the meat with different seasonings. All of a sudden, loud sirens ringing. I looked around confused, wondering if I was going crazy. "Landon?" I shouted out his name to make sure he was okay. It had been too long since I'd heard those sirens and I had forgotten what they meant.
"Tornado warning," I muttered under my breath to myself as it suddenly hit me. I dropped the pickle in my hand to the floor and ran to the other side of the kitchen counter to pick up Landon from his walker. The sirens started getting louder. I pulled out my cell phone from my back pocket to call Cody but it rang and rang until it finally went to voicemail. I hung up without leaving one but I got the same treatment. "Fuck Cody!" I shouted aloud at no one really, but just because I was panicking. I decided to gather everything I needed to give him a few minutes to call me back.
I grabbed a plastic bag and stuffed a few of Landon's baby food jars along with his bottles and the powdered milk that he drinks. Next I grabbed the jar of pickles for myself, not even thinking to get more food than that. I was hoping and praying this was a false warning and the tornado heads in a completely different direction. I was going to get ready to call Cody on my way to a safe room before I realized that Zuko is trapped upstairs. With Landon still in my arms, I started running towards the stairs and then up them. Almost getting to the last step, my foot slipped and I fell down onto my knees. Just my luck. But aside from banged up knees, I was ok and thankfully Landon stayed in my arms. After letting Zuko out of his cage and putting him onto my shoulder I ran back down.
By the time we got back downstairs, the sirens were deafening. Landon started crying. Not just any crying, screaming, kicking and crying. "It's okay baby," I rubbed his back trying to soothe him but to no avail, as his tears continued. I grabbed my phone and tried dialing out Cody's number again but now I saw that my iPhone had a nice, big "NO SERVICE" sign in the upper left corner of the screen. "No, no, no," I continued talking to myself as I shook the phone hoping it would get service as I walked toward the theater room, all the pets following behind me. Aside from the loud ass fucking siren going off in all of our ears tipping them off, I think they had a feeling that something was wrong. After I closed the heavy theater door behind us all, the noise was muffled. You could still hear it in the background but now it just sounded like a distant humming. Instead, the sirens we had now were Landon's screams. I sat on one of the recliners and pressed Landon against my chest, rocking him back and forth so that he'd calm down. "Baby, I know you got scared. It's okay. We're going to be okay. Nothing happened. Daddy will be home soon and we're safe in here," I kissed his forehead. "It's okay, big boy." My hands were shaking. I didn't even believe my own lies. I was scared as hell, not only for us, but especially for his dad. I just needed to know he was indoors somewhere safe and that he wasn't pulling some crazy stunt trying to race home to us.