Story Babbling
“Give me that, Momma! Daddy is going to be upset when he finds out you were out here raking the leaves!” Jael held his hand out, demanding the rake from his mother. “Well,” She stopped, leaning against the rake, “I guess we’ll have to lie and tell him you did it, won’t we?” She blew him a kiss before returning to her yard work. Jael had become protective of her, watching over her like a hawk, every minute of every hour, taking on jobs that she’d normally do just so she could relax and he could keep an eye on her. Naslie noticed the expression on his face, he was serious. His hand was still out, waiting for the rake that she was not going to turn over any time soon. “Fix your face, or I’ll do it for you!” She leaned to the left with the rake’s wooden handle between her fingers. When his features failed to soften, she let the rake hit the ground, stooped down grabbing a handful of leaves then threw them at him, causing him to burst into laughter. “Leaf fight!” He shouted, gathering a large amount of leaves in his hand, throwing them in her direction. The whipping of the early November wind ceased at the sound of the laughter and the crunching of dried leaves. As Jael gathered a new pile from the scattered leaves, Naslie’s face froze. She hadn’t heard the car pull up, hadn’t heard a single footstep draw near them, yet he was there, standing there looking at them, looking at her. Jael stood, following her gaze to the man standing before them. Holding her arm up to shield him, she pushed him behind her, “Jael…go inside!"