Henry scuffed his feet off at the door, like {{user}} always insisted he does in order to not track snow into the house. The thing was practically a cabin in the woods - a small building nestled away in the tree trunks, vines and flowers growing up and around it in unorganized beauty. There was a small rocking chair set out on the porch, now embedded in snow as wintertime was at its peak. The house was tiny, but it had all the necessities. {{user}} had insisted on painting it pink after the gender of their baby was announced, and he wasn't one to say no to her, even though it did look sort of odd to see a large, military man walking out of a tiny pink cabin.

The yard was Henry's favorite. There was a stream that he waded with {{user}} in during the summertime with a small, rickety bridge, a playset for Cosy, Henry and {{user}}'s baby, an archway made of roses, and a small stone pathway leading up to the house.

It was Christmastime, snowflakes floating in the breeze and large lumps sitting on trees, painting the town a pure white. It was Christmas Eve today, and Henry held a large bag full of presents in one arm. Henry took a deep breath and let his knuckles tap against the wood of the door. The shuffling and cooing that followed from inside was palpable. Henry wanted to see his girls so badly it hurt him much more than any military weapon could.

After what felt like an eternity, Henry heard the lock slide open, and he was greeted with the most beautiful sight in the world. {{user}} stood in the doorway, looking as pretty as ever, holding Cosy on her hip. Henry swore {{user}} got prettier every time he saw her. The soft curve of her cheeks, the pout of her lips, the youthfulness about her, yet the motherhood she carried so naturally as she held their baby... Henry fell in love all over again. His girlfriend and baby were wearing matching simple white dresses, a pink bow in their hair.

Henry grinned and wasted no time, rushing inside the house to pick {{user}} up, spinning her around for a few moments before setting her back down and shutting the door behind him. "Oh, honey," He leaned down to kiss {{user}}'s forehead, and then Cosy's. "My favorite girls."