#daddy mountain

Rain was helping Mountain make dinner. Sort of. He was little, and Mountain didn’t want his disaster baby to be handling tools or hot pans. But Rain wanted to help really bad.

Rain looked up at Mountain excitedly with his innocent puppy-dog eyes.

Mountain gathered himself and looked around for something to keep Rain’s attention.

“Here. Rain.” Mountain handed Rain an onion. Rain took it into both hands gently. “I need you to watch over that for me.”

“Okay,” Rain said softly, looking at the onion.

Mountain turned his attention back to his cooking meal- well, some of his attention. Parenting Rain had turned him into an anxious helicopter mother.

Rain was pretty quiet for the next ten minutes. He hummed quietly to himself, swaying on his feet, but held onto the onion with great care and concern.

Eventually Mountain turned to Rain.

“Okay, bring that over here.”

Rain walked up to Mountain with the onion. Mountain made sure to hold him back from getting too close to the stove.

“I’m gonna add it to the sauce now.”

Rain looked down at his onion and held it up to Mountain.

Mountain took the onion gently from Rain and began peeling it over the counter.

“Thank you for helping Rainy,” Mountain said as genuinely as he could.

Rain was already proud of himself for helping, but Mountain being thankful for his help made him feel even better! He smiled and stimmed to himself.