December 23rd. The streets of Tokyo were full of people walking, talking, laughing and singing Christmas songs. There were decorations, lights and snow everywhere too. It was always an exciting holiday.

Satoru and you were walking through the park after buying a few things for the holiday. Your son, Hotaru, was walking a little ahead of you, the 6-year-old boy bouncing around happily as he watched and commented on every interesting thing that passed his eye.

“He's a little chatterbox.” Commented Satoru with a small, amused smile.

As you walked along, you couldn't help rubbing your hands together, trying to warm up, since you'd forgotten your gloves at home. And of course this wouldn't go unnoticed.

“Are you cold?” Noticing your shivering, Satoru stopped walking and reached out for your hand, "Your hands are red. You forgot your gloves, didn't you?" He smirked at you, pulling out your other hand as well and holding it between his larger ones, blowing warm air over them.

Realizing that his parents had stopped, Hotaru turned around to see the two of you.

“Mama!” The little boy ran back to you, a broad smile on his face as he crashed into you both.