You and Spence have known each other for nine years.

You started off as direct work partners. Then, you were best friends.

Five years later, the two of you confessed your love for one another.

About two months later, you went public with your relationship.

You moved in together after about seven months of dating. You practically already lived together anyway, so it just seemed necessary.

And finally, about eight months ago, the two of you got engaged.

The wedding was scheduled to be in four months.

DC had just been hit with a decent snowfall. Roughly a foot or so.

Spence was standing in the backyard of your one story home, hands in his pockets. There were still flakes falling from the sky.

“Jesus… {{user}}, get out here!” He called out, though his eyes remained up, gazing at the snowflakes as they fell.

You carefully snuck up behind him, grabbing a handful of the snow, rolling it up before tossing it at his back.

He immediately shrieked upon impact, turning around to meet your eyes.

“What the hell, {{user}}?!” He exclaimed, though the smile on his face contradicted the mock anger he was attempting to convey.