"That's cold, Evelyn…" Benson mumbled in his drowsiness. The snow globe beside him, whose eyes remained closed in a light sleep, only smiled as she continued to press the chilled tips of her toes onto his back. Benson turned to look at her and smiled when he saw how she huddled up to him for warmth.
It was a very cold morning, one caused by a blizzard coming in the night before, and only when Benson pulled away to start his day did she wake up and look at him.
"Where are you going?" she asked, rubbing her eye. "Come back and be my heater."
"I have work, hon…" he said softy as he held his shivering arms. "Lots of snow I need to get shoveled."
"No," she groaned with a smile as she dug her head into the pillow. "Stay here…"
"Work," was all he argued with as he leaned over the bed, still warm from where he slept and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll take Preston to pre-school and be back by dinner."
"Momma!" they heard from down the hall. "Momma!"
"What?" Evelyn shouted.
"It's freezing! Do I have to go to school?" he whined. Evelyn smiled.
"Baby, come in here!"
"Just come in here!"
"No, it's too cold! I don't wanna get up!"
"Please?" Evelyn whined. "Not even for Mommy?"
They didn't hear anything for a while, but the sound of pattering feet came rushing down the hallway as Preston barged into their room, Berry Lion in hand as he made an immediate dive for the warm spot under the covers. The child curled up beside his mother, shivering with teeth chattering as Evelyn held the cold bundle to her body.
"Oh, baby, you are freezing," she said. "I hereby dub you too sick for school."
"Thank goodness…." He nuzzled her belly as she looked back up at Benson who sat on the bed about to put his boots on.
"Well, Daddy?" she asked. "Wanna take a snow day?"
Benson looked her over and then glanced down at the small shivering ball beneath the blanket, and it didn't take long for him to make a decision. He kicked away the boots and slid back into the warm covers, huddling closer to his family as the wind raged outside.
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You have created your own fandom with your fanfiction, and that is seriously brilliant.
I love all of these side stories you have been posting. They are all beautifully crafted.
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