“careful— I don’t want you slipping”

He spoke softly, his warm hand gripping onto yours. Helping you steady as you stepped out the car. It’s winter, and everything outside feels slippery with the thin layers of ice forming.

Soul as always liked the summer, and you the winter. And the possibility of your little girl being born when the snow starts to fall in Japan gets your heart all sorts of warm. You’ve even got the name Yuki all planned out, it fits perfectly. Your little snowflake