“Come on, baby.. you’ll love it. I know it’s not any Manhattan, but it’s my hometown, alright? Turn that frown upside down.” Will says, poking your cheek. His other hand was on the steering wheel, his eyes mainly on the road. He smiles and turns up the radio, glancing at you again.

The two of you were headed to Ohio. Granville, to be exact. It was Will’s hometown, this tiny town in Ohio, population of only 10,000 people. He said it was beautiful during the winter, and he was determined to prove it to you.

Recently, Will had been struggling to spend time with you. His work as this big, bad stockbroker was taking up the majority of his time. He had promised to spend more time with you, but each time he vowed to, it never seemed to work out.

The constant disagreements quickly turned into arguments, with the recent one being the worst of them. It led Will to sleeping on the couch, which had never occurred in your four year-long marriage prior to this. With his lonely time on the couch, he couldn’t help but think of ways to make it up to you.

Now, you both were on your way to Granville for the week, his idea of the “perfect winter getaway.”

“Not much longer until we get there, honey.” Will murmurs, his hand snaking its way over the center console and onto your thigh. He squeezes your flesh gently, a silent reassurance of his words. There was gentle Christmas music on the radio of the car, the snow falling in a pretty, slow way, reminding you of a snow globe.

It was picturesque, in a way, despite the slight tension that lingered between you two.