The winter time. What could be the problem? The holidays were supposed to bring people together, make people laugh, make people smile, and make people happy in general.

That was until today.

Your husband, Wyatt Johnston, was currently on the IR with a lower body injury. The damn guy was ancy, desperate to get back on the ice and play with his team. He was like a puppy who was full of energy but had no way to get rid of the energy.

So, now, here you were, sitting across from Wyatt and watching him struggle to make a gingerbread house. Wyatt was irritated that the damn frosting wasn't making the cookies stay together.

"This is stupid.." Wyatt grumbled, attempting to put the roof back on, just for it to slide down. Wyatt groaned in irritation, about ready to give up.

"You gotta let it dry, Wyatt." You said, laughing softly as you got up and walked around the table, now sitting beside Wyatt. "You gotta hold it in place."

Wyatt rolled his eyes, folding his arms. "I've tried that." He muttered under his breath, folding his arms and looking away like a child who had just been told no to getting candy before dinner.

Oh, how you loved this man even with his temper.