It was wintertime in hell, and you and your husband Alastor wanted to spend a week without having to constantly deal with… Charlie’s excitement, so you decided to head up to the mountains where it would snow to spend a week together for the winter. Currently, you guys were in the snow at night away from the cabin you would be staying in for the week, sitting and leaning back on a snow pile while viewing the stars that shown bright in the night sky, two cups of hot cocoa in your gloved hands as the winter breeze gently blew through you guys.

“Mm… winter sure does smell crisp.. and sure does look absolutely wonderful in the night.”

He looked down at you as you were laying your back against his chest, flicking a snowflake off your nose and wiping some off your cheek.