Claire Bear (M.A.D)

Chapter Eleven

After another day in bed Michael and I showered (yes, together. He wahses my hair and does my back for me, why would I say no?) then dried, put on our Christmas jumpers, wrapped up warm and went outside in the snow.
We had a wonderful time throwing snowballs at each other and made a little snowman, stealing one of Aiden's snapbacks for his little head. Michael wrapped his scarf around the snowman's neck and we named him Blue Cheese. Dan wasn't happy with the name. That's what made it funny. We gave him two bright blue eyes with some buttons from my craft box and he had colourful buttons down his front made from various bottle tops.
We made snow angels too and I got snow all down the back of my neck. Michael decided to make it better by sticking more snow down it.
"Michael!! You're gonna pay for that!!" I laughed and grabbed a handful of snow. Michael giggled and ran.
Eventually, I grabbed Michael's collar and plopped a handful of snow onto his head. He shook it like a dog and laughed. I stood on tiptoes, leaned over his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
"Told you I'd get you, asshole." I giggled in his ear. I ran.
Michael caught up and rugby tackled me into the snow. Laughing, I looked up into his smiling face leaning over me. He lifted a hand and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, looking at my lips and biting his. He leaned down and put his icy lips on mine as I lay in the snow.
The whole world froze in that instant before he pulled away and took my hand, pulling me to my feet as he stood.
"Come on, snow angel, how about some hot chocolate?"
"Do I get marshmallows?"
"If you can find them." Michael sniggered before letting go of my hand and running inside.
"Oh no you don't, mister!" I shouted and ran inside after him.

About half an hour later Michael was in his jogging bottoms and a hoodie and I was in my leggings and Michael's minion hoodie. We were snuggled on the sofa, my head in his lap as he sipped his hot chocolate. Despicable Me was on in the background but I picked up the remote and muted it when Michael started singing quietly to himself.

"Sing to me?" I asked as I looked up at him. 

"Treasure, that is what you are. You're my golden star..." he sang. 

His voice was so beautiful when he sang and as I watched him i realised there was no other person I would rather sing to me. 

"...If you make my wish come true. If you let me treasure you." he finished and kissed my forehead softly. 

"You need to upload a new cover soon, you know."

"I know baby girl but I don't know what to sing...why don't you pick something and we'll film it later?"

"Um, how about....Little Things? I like it when you sing that one to me." 

"Sure, darling. And I'll take you Christmas shopping tomorrow, okay?"

"Yay! Thank you sweetie."

Michael began to sing again:

"I'd catch a grenade for ya, throw my head on a blade for ya. You know I'd do anything for ya." 

"I love you." I laughed.

"I love you too. Now let's go get some food. McDonalds or KFC?"

"Hm....tough choice..."