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Metal_Baby_Lulu
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Original poster
Wyatt frowned, he held her tight against his frame and rocked them. His hands slid to cover her ears, holding her face against his. He kissed her nose softly, and then her lips. He couldn't erase her fear, the memory of losing her mother but he could help her to get through the storm. He held her there, close to him as the storm raged on. Every time the tree shook or the sky lit up he kissed her softly, reminding her that it was just them in that moment.