Ellie is absolutely terrified of storms the first couple months in Jackson.
Every time the clouds overcast, and it even remotely looks like it might do more then rain, Ellie is complete glued to Joel’s side. She’ll follow him around town, holding onto his arm or his hand, and when he’s busy doing something else she’ll sit just a few feet from him, but never to far away where she can’t reach him if she needs to. Joel’s dad senses are also heightened on days like these, he can sense one of Ellie’s meltdowns from a mile away, and he doesn’t even need to think twice before going to her.
“Ellie look at me.” Her eyes are always focused on the sky, her hands shaking as she listens to the thunder clap. “Ellie.” He always has to guide her face to meet him, his thumb rubbing in gentle motions against her cheek. “It’s just thunder baby, you’re okay.”
She nods everytime, sniffling as her fingers twist around his jacket sleeve. “Tommy.” Joel calls, turning to face his brother. “We’re going home, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Joel I-” The second he sees Ellie sitting on the ground, eyes wet with tears, he’s quick to shut-up, nodding his head and calling one of the other guys over to help him with his project.
“C’mon honey, let’s go home.” Joel pulls her off the ground, grabbing her backpack and helping it around her shoulders. He notices she hasn’t ate much, she never does on days like these.
Without saying another word he grabs her hand, pulling her along out of the stables and on the way to home. The whole time she clings to his side, watching the sky for lightning. When another clap of thunder echos through the sky they’re only a few feet from home but that doesn’t stop Ellie from stopping in her tracks, burying her face into Joel’s side.
“Almost there baby girl, just a couple more steps.” He guides her through the gate and up the stairs, only pulling her back when they’re inside with the door shut.
“Let’s take off your backpack and we can go lay down.” But Ellie doesn’t move, she instead burrows further into him and wraps her arms around his waist, leaving Joel to do all the work for her.
He laughs as he takes off her backpack, and then her coat, gently laying them down beside the door.
“Shoes Ellie Bellie.” She doesn’t look up as she pulls them off with her own feet, kicking them to the side when her heels slip out.
“You wanna go to my room or the couch?”
Her voice is muffled as she answers, but it doesn’t matter, she didn’t choose either one anyway, just mumbled ‘I dunno’ into his stomach.
“That’s okay. I have a better idea.” Gently pulling her away, he moves her over so she’s resting against his side, and they both walk up the stairs, Ellie still glued to Joel. She doesn’t pay much attention to where they’re going, because if she does she’ll think about the storm and if she thinks about the storm she’ll freak out. So instead she focuses on the sound of Joel’s voice, his warmth, the way he smells, anything to keep her mind away from the booming sounds coming from the sky.
“Where are we going?” She whispers, hearing Joel open a door and guide her inside.
“Well, I figure you can sit with me, watch me work on this new animal I’m trying to carve.”
“Oh.” Ellie breathes out, freezing when he moves to sit down in the chair.
“Well where am I gonna sit?”
“Right here.” Joel pulls her down, letting her get comfortable on his lap before moving the chair forward. “Like you always do.”
He picks up the new piece of wood, picking up where he left off earlier that morning. Ellie eyes the thing very carefully, watching him carve away as she cuddles into his chest, trying her best to override her fear with other things. But yet another clap of thunder, followed by a lightning strike, makes her tense all over again, and before she knows it she’s hiding her face in his chest, fingers gripping onto his arms for dear life. “Ain’t nothing to worry about babygirl, just a storm remember.”
“Loud.” He finishes. “I know.” He kisses her head, placing down the wood and knife so he can wrap his arms around her. His fingers trace gentle patterns against her back, making her giggle every now and then when he hits a sensitive spot on her ribs.
Eventually his weight and warmth soothe her, and he can feel her relax against him, eyelashes fluttering against the skin on his neck. “You can sleep Ellie, I’m not gonna let anything get ya.”
“You promise?” She whispers, nuzzling her nose into his neck.