{ a/n- whoo, Christmas! Here's a festive one sos }
Chester's POV
Grace slides her hand into mine as we walk through Central Park, a flurry of snowflakes falling around us. She tilts her head to the sky, letting the tiny droplets wet her cheeks.
"I've missed seeing the snow at Christmas time." She murmurs, her lips turning up in a smile.
I turn to face her, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her close to me. Grace rests her head against my chest, hiding her coffee brown eyes behind her eyelids.
"Oh the weather outside is frightful," I begin signing softly in her ear. "But the fire is so delightful,"
"And since we've no place to go," Grace joins in, her sweetly pitched voice something I've rarely heard. "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."
"You should really sing more, babe, you sound amazing." I tell Grace, causing her cheeks to flush with color.
Grace shakes her head firmly, pulling me along the trail again.
"When we finally kiss goodnight," I continue, seeing if she'll keep singing along. "How I'll hate going out in the storm."
"But if you'll really hold me tight," she sings reluctantly, "all the way home I'll be warm."
She hugs me tightly, burying her face in my chest. I tuck a lock of long blonde hair behind her ear, and as she looks up to me, kiss her lips softly.
