It had been days since you last saw Billy, and it felt like years. The snow-covered hills outside did not help calm your anxious mind. The horse knew the path home; you were sure of it, and Billy would never fail you. Luckily, the fire in the chimney kept you warm from the cold outside. All you had to do was wait. Patience.

Minutes later, you heard the door open from the sound of the wind outside whooshing. Before you knew it, Billy was kneeling beside you. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled yourself against him.

"Hi baby," he mumbled, pulling you close. Even after being in a mythical blizzard, his chest was warm, and you sighed at the feeling. Billy held you tight, letting himself relax. "You're cold."