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Elsa's POV

"I'm sure you don't remember that you're turning a year older in two days."

"No I don't."

He stroke my hair. We'd woken up earlier because there was an issue in one of the hotel flats.

"Are you serious?"

He chuckled. "Thursday's the 2nd, honey."

"Ah! I completely forgot!"

He laughed. "So, what can I get for my lady on Thursday?"

"Hmm," I stared at the portrait on the wall with my finger on my jaw. "I want a big bear. The mountain bear."

He laughed again. "Babe, where do you think I'll get that from?"

"Dunno," I shrugged. "Probably from the Western Alps."

My phone buzzed beside the lampstand.

"Green grass,"

"Before you say anything, I'm going to Brussels next two weeks!"

"Whoa. Calm down. You can't leave your drumstick here."

"Of course! You're coming with me."

"No, no. I was only kidding."

"I'm serious."

"Ugh," I held my boyfriend's hand. "I'm not coming, Em. What's the occasion?"

"Beccs is pregnant!" She squealed.

"Oh, wow. That was fast."

Her fertility almost jumped out of the box.

"I know right? Been two months."

I breathed out. "Okay? Fine. I'm coming with you. On one condition," I smirked while playing with the button of Tony's shirt.

"What's that? Milkshake?"

"Yeah. You know me so well."

"I wish you were lactose intolerant."

"Now that I'm not, and I don't think I'll ever be because I'm a child of God, I'd prefer to have my milkshake," I finished in a British accent.

"You're trouble."

I dropped the call.

"So, what do-,"

"You should go," he nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm happy she thought of pulling you along. I've been looking for how we could go on a vacation but we can't leave Dad here all on his own. You've been through so much lately and I want you to have some time for yourself."

My heart melted. He kissed my forehead. "Thank you."

"Sure. Let's have breakfast. I'm hungry."

After breakfast, he had a shower and left for work at Plan H. I set up the fireplace and drew the curtains. I poured myself some tea and with a cover over my shoulders, had a seat before the large glass door that displayed the view of the city below.

Winter came in early and the cold outside could give cancer, literally. People managed to go about their business. The ones that were enthusiastic about their work really were, the ones who weren't stayed indoors. Everyone was happy about snow, but they needed a strategy to live with it.

In the same way, I needed a strategy to keep living the life I was living. Everything happening at the moment came in so swiftly. That because I least expected that they would come at that time. I failed to realize that the fact that my mother became a Christian didn't mean she didn't have problems. Of course, she had most of the problems of the world. Yet, she loved. That was the thing that made me hate her the most. She loved.