Unexpected (A Chris Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Chapter 23: Once in A LA Backyard Blizzard

I thought I was still dreaming when I awoke that Christmas morn. While the LA sun blinded me with its rays through my bedroom window, acting as a natural alarm clock, my blurred vision made out the shape of snowflakes. As clarity in sight and mind set in, I watched them fall out of frame, towards the ground with assistance from the graceful Santa Ana winds to soften their descent. Some of it blew onto the windowsill, sticking by a thin thread of water droplets and condensation. In the bright light, the snow quickly turned to water, without time to exist on its new perch. The mound at the bottom of the window simultaneously grew and lowered in height as each minute went by. I went to investigate the snow as there was no way it was snowing in LA. It was neither in the weather forecast and hadn't happened since 1989.

As I languidly approached the window with a stretch, yawn, and rubbing my eyelids, my ears picked up on the obnoxious roar of machinery. Our neighbors were doing construction up the street, but I imagined they would've been kind of enough to allow the laborers to have the holiday to be with their families. One could do without the renovations or additions being attached to an already 8,000 square foot abode. The scene I beheld that morning did not match with sound to a jackhammer or saw coupled with the visual of those in neon green wearing hard hats. Instead, there was a giant mechanized beast parked in our driveway like some eclectic mad scientist's project. It had a long neck positioned over our backyard. It blew out what was a mix of ice and water from a vast chamber, creating shredded pieces that looked like snow and being thrust forward by an internal fan and the natural windiness of the day. 

Due to the shine, brightness, and sheer perplexity of the situation, it took me awhile to realize that Chris was down below our window like Romeo throwing pebbles up to Juliet's balcony. He was waving his arms around like a baby bird learning to fly and calling my name inaudibly. Chris looked as excited and smiley as a child did when they awakened to gifts that flashed out of thin air overnight and the aroma of the feast to be shared with the ones they loved. His eyes had the sparkle of Christmas magic and anticipation of being able to share it with me. The surprises that came with Christmas and the ones to come only just beginning. Chris knows how to put the Chris in Christmas through special gestures and things throughout the day. It may not be a day about him, but he knows how to make special it for everyone. 

I opened the windows and exclaimed with a mix of contentment and confusion, "What is this?"

"Merry Christmas, Erin!" Chris shouted ecstatically. His strong arms shot outward with pride, presenting the fruit of his late-night Christmas surprise endeavors. On each side of him, there were buckets of snow being kept cold by ice baths. The snow that was being produced in time continued to fall around him. He said, "It may never snow in LA and we're not on the East Coast, so I brought the snow to you." 

Although the next few words should've been a playful tease or a thank you, joyful tears fell from my lacrimal glands. The shock of snow in our backyard-- piles of it to be exact-- and the fact that Chris thought of such a beautiful way to ring in the day had me unable to form sentences or even words to shout out for the whole neighborhood to hear. My right hand went up to my jaw as I tried to withhold sobbing with glee. I put my left hand on my belly, giving it a loving rub, and whispered, "Your father is the sweetest man in the world. You and I are so lucky to have him. I wish you could see this."

The creases of his smiled smoothened and he almost turned as white as the snow the snow. In concern, Chris asked, "Are you alright? Was this a bad idea?"

"No! We might get some complaints from our neighbors..." I finally began to converse with my boyfriend from the window. There was a tug-of-war in my mind reveling in the fantastical gesture itself and reminding myself that we may have to pay once reality set in. I continued, "I don't even care though. This is absolutely beautiful...But incredibly insane."