13/31 (Kinda On Hold)

XXVII: The Snow

I slowly blink the sleep away from my eyes as I awaken. As I lean up from the bed, pushing the covers off , I see through the windows, that it is snowing. The soft white flows down drifting from view, and joining the large piles already on the ground far below. I smile at the sight of snow, as it means winter has come, and the babies are closer to being here.

I turn to wake Chris,but find his side of the bed already empty and long-since cold. My smile drops, but I turn back to the snow. I stand up off the bed, pulling on a robe, and padding over to the balcony across the room.

I push open the large glass doors, and walk outside. It's frigid and there's a slight breeze, but the sight is breathtaking. In this distance of the growing piles of snow, the Black Sea has fallen icy and now appears as though it is a painting. The water is mainly calm, but there are a few waves frozen. Even the normally coal black sands of the beach are covered in the snow the covers the rest of the ground. Hell, has frozen over.

"The first snow," a voice speaks up. I quickly turn around and see it's coming from Chris. "Come inside before you catch a cold."

"You're one to speak, all dripping wet in only a towel, after a shower. And the soaking wet hair," I retort.

"And you're pregnant,and have been out here longer. You're more susceptible to getting sick."

I sigh and walk over to him, kissing him gently, "I suppose you're right, it's incredibly beautiful, I simply needed to see it up close."

"Well maybe when you have more than just a robe on, and are completely bundled up, then we can go for a walk around the grounds or where ever you please."

"Thank you, that would be nice."

He suddenly reached out for me, pulling me close to him and grabbing my face. His blood red eyes meticulously scanning over the entirety of my face.

"What is it?" I question, concerned.

"Sorry, it's incredibly beautiful and I simply needed to see it up close," he says kissing my nose then lips.

"You have all of eternity to do so."

"And I will do so everyday until such eternity has reached it's end," he paused. "So suck it." He sticks his tongue out walking away.

"Your cock? I did that last night, and as I recall, you definitely enjoyed it."

"Doll, I'll always enjoy that little mouth wrapped around me." He says as he searches through his drawers, his back facing me.

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"Can we make a snowman?" I ask, staring up at him expectantly.

"Are you eight?"

"Are you going to give such a response to our kids when they ask that of you?"

"Because I'm an asshole, probably." He chuckles.

"As well as a prick, a general douche canoe, and a wondrous variety of other lovely qualities."

"Yes, thank you for specifying as if I wasn't already aware. Go make your damned snowman."

I tug on his leather clad hand, "come help me."

"I will destroy it."

"Gods bless your evilness." I lean down, scooping up a handful of snow, and beginning to pack up into a ball. I walk back over to Chris, handing him the ball of snow. "Help. Me. Please."

He grabs the snow from my hand and looks at it, a smile growing on his face. "You know this was a bad idea, right?"

"Why? What would you do with such a thing? Eat it?"