The winters get cold in Montana. Even after years living there, Beau has not acclimated, used to the mild winters of his home state, Texas. So right now he is glad to have you in his arms, cuddled up to him in bed after a hard day's work.

Your head lays on his chest and his hand gently runs through your hair, massaging your scalp occasionally.

"You look so cute like that, darlin', so peaceful," he drawls quietly. His accent is always that much stronger when he is tired. "I could keep you right here forever."

Your body relaxes as he continues to slowly stroke your hair.