It was heavily snowing outside as {{user}} was casually shoveling the driveway decked out in winter clothes.

Johnny, your husband, stepped out calling out, “Honey, what are ye doin’?”

“What are you doing?” You shot back.

He says, “I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for ye.”

“I was shoveling the driveway.” You answered.

Johnny placed his hands on his hips as he questioned, “Why?”

“Cause it’s snowing. It’s a blizzard.” You answer.

He looks at you in disbelief as he says, “What’re ye doin’ ‘ere? Come here.”

You noticed him walking up to you concerned as you warned him, “It’s slippery, careful.”

“What?” You questioned him as he pointed at the shovel in your hands. You huffed, “I’m using it.”

He tries taking it from you. You say, “No.”

He takes it away and places it aside. “Ya don’t do that, I take of ye now.”

You were about to protest till he lifted you up and hauled you over his shoulder. He slapped your butt and says, “Yer too cute to be outside. Ya need to stay inside where it’s warm. I’ll make ye a cup of hot cocoa.”