it had snowed hard yesterday, you and your husband walked through the white covered city, snow crunching beneath your feet, your laughing breaking the silence, your arm intertwined with his, your hand keeping warm in his pocket, your head leaning on his shoulder

an idea popped into your head, you untwined your arm out of is, with a smile, you bolted, challenging him to chase after you, which he immediately smiled at, clear he understood the challenge ”ya really think ya can outrun me, baby? I’ve not undergone military training for nuthin’, sweetcheeks.” he chased after you, catching up quickly, your laughing echoing gently though the night, little moments like this when you could relax, and just have fun together.

he was close to catching you, grabbing onto your waist and slinging you over his shoulder with ease, his hands cold yet they held a certain warmth, not in a physical way, but with how familiar they were to you. ”gotcha, doll, now c’mon, round two!” he placed you down, letting you have a head start to run again, you had to outrun him this time, just to win your silly little game