I stepped into the living room. Bright yellow walls lit up the
room, the white trim and furniture... no TV though. That was
downstairs. A big window with a view of the snowy street and some
of the front yard. The snow was fresh, just like the cold, thin
I shivered. I was in nothing but my pyjamas with my cold feet on
the hardwood floor. Something wasn't right. Why was the house so
cold? I took a few steps out and away from the dining area I'd
just exited a few seconds before. I glanced over and saw that the
front door was open.
I walked over to stand in the doorway. The cold winter breeze
chilled me to the bone. Another shiver.
"What are you doing up?" I asked in surprise when I saw him. He
looked over his jacket-covered shoulder to smile at me, nose red
from the cold, hair tucked under a green toque. Mygreen
"Hey, beautiful!" He said cheerily.
What could have possibly made me look beautiful right now? The
messy ponytail I slept in? The loose pants? Tank top? That'd done
He turned to look at me, "How're you this fine morning?" he
continued to smile.
"I'm alright, I suppose." I smiled sleepily, "But you didn't
answer my question." I glanced meaningfully at the shovel in his
"Well, I woke up early this morning and couldn't fall back
asleep, and I didn't want to wake you up! I saw all the new snow
out here and decided I'd shovel." He gave me a genuine smile,
"There's some hot chocolate in the kitchen, by the way, if you'd
like some." He returned to his shovelling after sending a wink my
I rolled my eyes and returned back through the living room and
dining room to the kitchen. The coffee maker had hot chocolate in
it, just like my mum makes ever winter. So he's made my favourite
hot chocolate. I got two mugs out of the cupboard, and the mini
marshmallows out of another, and poured myself and my husband
each a cup of hot chocolate, with a handful of marshmallows in
mine, and a few in his. I heard the front door close, and his
jacket being taken off, boots being kicked to the side, and his
footsteps through the living room. He walked into the kitchen,
toque still on, his glasses all fogged up.
"You're still in your Pyjamas?" I poked his stomach meaningfully,
"Our new neighbours are going to think we're lazy!" I laughed
"Hey, it's New Years' Day. Like they can blame me! You should be
happy I was shovelling at all!" He took a sip from his mug.
"I know, I know. I'm very grateful that you did that for me." I
smiled at him.
He put his mug down and leaned over the counter to kiss me.
"Happy birthday, my amazing girl." He said, looking me right in
the eye, and gave me another quick peck on the lips.
"Happy new year, honey." I replied, as we clicked our mugs
together and each took a sip.