The smell of warm tea sweetened with honey wafted to your nose. The texture of the thick blanket rubbed against your skin. The feeling of a warm body next to you. It was a calm moment.

Even if your nose was pink from cold and you were wearing gloves inside the house.

It was January, middle of winter, and the house's heater broke. You'd have a guy to come look at it tomorrow. So right now, it was near 0 degrees fahrenheit, and you were bundled up with your husband Gerard.

You both had a glass of tea. And 2 blankets around you both, and were almost fully dressed in jackets and thick fuzzy socks. You had barely left each other's side. For the factor of staying warm. It was kinda sweet and honestly romantic, if you weren't freezing your face off.

Gerard's fingertips were pink and so was his nose and lips as well, because he said he didn't need any gloves. He did. You were smart and actually put them on to stay warm.

"I think I'm gonna get frostbite or something."