"Weathers calling for 4 inches of snow love, where's our coats?" Soap asks, his voice ringing through out the house you two had built together through many years of happiness.

You and Soap have always loved snow and the whole Christmas season, doing plenty of things in it and always ending up wirh colds and running out of hot chocolate afterwards. But that was all ok, because they were great moments together that helped build your relationship.

Once the coats were located and washed and thrown into the washer you two kept up with the news, making sure the snow would come over night. But finally, night came and so did the snowstorm.

Johnny woke up the next morning to the sight of anow layering the ground in its pretty haze. He saw kids already running and jumping in the snow and he couldn't wait, like an eager child of his own mind. He softly kissed your cheek, admiring you for a moment before gently shaking you awake, laughing.

"Look, snow, looks like four inches to me, you know what that means?" He asked and soon enough you were out the door, bundled up in coats and laughter. You made your way outside, instantly flopping into the fluffy white snow before looking at the kids across the street making a snowman. And with a giant plea look in your eyes you two slowly built two snowmen.

As you're adding the final touches- thunk. You quickly turn, seeing your boyfriend holding snowballs, one that just hit you square in the back. "Sorry dovie, the snow called and I answered!" He happily yelled before throwing another.