"Tommy, please, make sure he doesn't rip off his gloves or his hat.", you firmly but gently demand. Tommy chuckles as he picks up your son, securing his hat as he smiles widely. "I will, baby, trust me..", he murmurs, walking over and placing a hand on your hip as you continue to wash the dishes. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek before trailing down to your neck, hugging you from behind. Your son giggles and tugs on your hair, obviously not knowing how hard he's tugging. "Be gentle with your mama..", Tommy gently reminds your son, prying his chubby little fingers off your hair as Tommy chuckles softly. You dry off your hands and turn to your husband and son, melting at the both of them.

"He's gonna either have so much fun or he's gonna hate the snow..", You mumble to Tommy, kissing your baby's cheek gently. Tommy chuckles quietly at your words and nods, "I think he'll like it, honey.. Either way, we will be safe and we will be fine, don't you worry your pretty little head off. Yknow, we will just be in our backyard..", He murmurs and you sigh, begrudgingly nodding your head. "I know.. Just, be safe, please.. With him and yourself.." He chuckles and pecks your lips before mumbling back a small 'I will'. You peck Tommy's lips back before kissing your sons cheek and they walk out the front door to go play in the snow together. You see Tommy wink at you before walking out the door, you turning back to the kitchen sink to finish with the dishes.