On the bike path, amongst the trees, Tristan looked at him and slowly raised a hand, signaling for Rain to be still and quiet.
Pip was riding a bright orange bike up and down the path, with the most serious expression Rain had ever seen on his son’s face.
Across the path, Tristan was apparently speaking reassuring words to him. Smiling, Tristan stood a good distance from Pip, but obviously ready to intervene.
Then Pip saw Rain and yelped happily. “Look, Daddy! Look!”
“I’m looking,” Rain whispered, the emotion making it hard for him to raise his voice. “Oh, my God.”
Tristan motioned for Rain to join them. But Rain was afraid he’d make too much of a fuss and be too dramatic, so he took a deep breath and ordered himself not to smother Pip with a hug and scream like a maniac. When he thought he was cool enough, he made his way down to the path.
Pip came riding right by him. “It’s easy,” he shouted. “It’s not even scary!”