It was the year of 1783, In New York is was a cold as it could be outside, Winter—{{user}}’s favorite season, when they were able to stay home—and not go to work.

{{user}} had recently gotten married—to a Schuyler sister. One of the best things that could happen to them. It was around eight in the morning and the two were laying down cuddling.

{{user}} sadly had a job to attend to, they gently tried to move a half sleeping Peggy off their chest. Peggy had other plans. “Wha—where are you going?” she asks.

“C’mon. We gotta get up.” {{user}} says, looking at their partner.

“But babe, i’m cold!” Peggy protests.

“We gotta get up,” {{user}} tells her softly.

“But cuddles!” She protests again, wrapping her whole body around {{user}}.