Is This Enough ||MxM || Lgbtq+

Chapter 39

Leonardo's P.O.V

I got out of bed and opened the blinds. Buildings and cars were layered in crystalline-white snow. Snowflakes came down from the heavens, coating the earth in a pillowy wonderland.

My breath clouded the window and I drew a heart. This was incredible. Velves never got any snow. I rocked Vinnie for him to see as well.

"5 more minutes." he mumbled, dragging the covers over his head.

"Vinnie, it's snowing."

"Wait, really?" He stumbled out of bed. His voice was gravelly due to the grogginess still in his system.

"It's beautiful," he said, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "We need to get out there. Who knows how long it'll last?"

The snow smothered the ground with a vice-like grip. Nothing stood in its path. Not even Mother Nature.

"Let's put on some warm clothes and go out to the snow."

"Good idea." I said.

After wearing warm clothes, we went down to Rufus' playpen. I brought him to the yard to pee. On our way back in, I saw Vinnie slip his phone into his pocket.

"I just checked the forecast—looks like a snowstorm's rolling in over the next couple of days."

"Then we better make the most of it while we can. You ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, let's do it," he replied.

Once outside, I was kissed by the coolness. I couldn't explain it, but it was fucking breathtaking.

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!" he exclaimed, throwing a snowball at me. "ooh, that's gonna hurt in the morning."

"It's hurting now actually. Get back here. You're going down."

And so the war began. V versus L. There were no rules. Just win. Rufus made an effort to join us, running happily.

Vinnie ducked behind his car, hands raised in surrender. Before heading over, I scooped up a snowball and tucked it behind my back.

I crept up behind him, silent as the falling snow. Then, with a grin, I launched the snowball at his back and shouted, "I win!"

He rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. That was the thing about us. we were equally unbearable whether we won or lost.

"Do you want to build a snowman?" he sang with a dramatic flair.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm honestly surprised you even know Frozen. Didn't peg you for a Disney guy."

He smirked. "Hey, it's a classic."

"Fine," I said, laughing. "Let's go build your masterpiece, Olaf."

We trudged through the snow, boots crunching beneath us as we searched for the perfect spot.

"This looks good," he said, stopping in a small clearing. "Nice open space. Excellent snowman real estate."

"You're taking this very seriously," I teased, kneeling to start rolling a snowball.

"As one should," he replied, already forming the base. "A snowman is a reflection of its creator's soul."

I snorted. "So, lumpy and mildly chaotic?"

He laughed. "Exactly."

We built an average-sized snowman. I'd brought a few things to finish it off. A carrot for the nose, a scarf and some pebbles for the mouth.

"What should we name him?" he asked, stepping back to admire our lopsided creation.

I tilted my head, pretending to study the snowman like a work of art. "Hmm... Larry or Alfalfa. I'm leaning toward Alfalfa. It just feels right. But I'll let you have the final say."