“I surrender! I surrender, stop!” You scream, holding your hands up in defeat, a grin spread wide across your face as you emerge from behind your snow fort.
“Yes!” Dalton cheers, at his victory and laughs when he sees you.
You scrunch up your face at him. There’s snow in your hair, you can’t feel your toes, and you face is red from the biting cold, but you don’t care. It’s almost December, Dalton is home, and it’s snowing. What could possibly ruin it? Lots of things, actually. But you don’t really care about that right now, because Dalton’s here and that’s what matters. He slowly walks closer to you, grinning mischievously. Before you have time to think, he crushes a snowball on the top of your head and sprints off, laughing.
You shriek and run after him, chasing him inside and jumping on his back. “Get off, you’re covered in snow!”
“Yeah? Well, it’s your fault that I am!” You’re standing in the house, with your arms wrapped around him from behind and he turns to you and says, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He takes you to the bathroom, toweling off your hair, now wet from all the melted snow and peeling off your jacket, wrapping a towel around your shoulders. He smiles at you and plants a gentle kiss to the top of your head, smiling to himself.
Once he’s done and you’re both cleaned up, he takes your hand in his and leads you to the couch where you sit, watching endless films and cuddling. You nuzzle your head into his chest and just lay there, without a care in the world, because he’s home.
The two of you are simply sitting on the couch, letting the snow fall outside, not saying a word. He runs his fingers through your hair and you slowly close your eyes.
