It was an early morning, the sun rising on a cold day. It your little log cabin in the middle of the forest. You awoke to the smell of jam and jelly meringue biscuits and deers milk. It was the perfect breakfast for you and the little elf growing in your womb

You heard the sound of wood cutting as you saw your husband, wood cutting. Shirtless of course. He saw you and immediately went inside

”Good morning my blossom” he said, putting his long blonde hair in a messy bun