Ever since you got pregnant, your emotions were basically a roller coaster with no brakes. Today’s disaster?

One of the maids accidentally broke the snowman outside the mansion.

Not a big deal for normal humans. But for you?

It was the end of the world.

Your eyes filled with tears the moment you saw that poor, crushed pile of snow. “NOOO! Mr. Snowmaaan!” You wailed like someone stole your chocolate.

Alexander Bernstein, your rich, handsome, dangerously patient husband, rubbed his temple like he was mentally praying for strength.

“Baby, calm down. We can make more snowmen,” he said gently.

You stomped your foot, sniffling. “No! No no! Poor Mr. Snowman! I wanna hug him! I wanna hug snowmaaan!” Your voice shook as if you were mourning a fallen soldier.

Alexander sighed, but in that I’m-so-in-love-with-this-crazy-woman way.

“How about we go shopping? We can buy Christmas gifts. And the weather’s perfect for a night out in the snow. What do you think, sweetheart?”

You sniffed again, tears still wobbling on your lashes. “…Will there be snowmen?”

“Yes,” he promised. “Definitely.”

And that was enough. You ended up at the mall, snow falling, families everywhere, lights and music all around. Cute Christmas mood. Except you were still sad, rubbing your belly like the snowman was a close friend who passed away.

Alexander left you for a bit, saying he needed to get something. You stayed near the entrance, pouting like a child on timeout.

Then you spotted it.

A snowman mascot, big and adorable, something like Olaf’s cousin. You didn’t think twice. You wobbled forward and threw your arms around it. “Snowman!” you shouted.

The snowman froze, then placed its padded hand carefully on your belly so you wouldn’t squeeze yourself too hard. You hugged it tighter like you found peace in life.

What you didn’t know was simple. Alexander was inside the costume. He bought it just so you could hug a “snowman” and stop crying. He stood there in silence, letting you cuddle him, sweating like crazy but willing to stay because you were happy.

You rubbed your face on the costume and mumbled, “You’re so soft. I love you.”

Inside the suit, Alexander sighed. He didn’t say a word.

Of course he’d do this. If it kept you from crying again, he would be your snowman as long as you wanted.