husband · lawyer · caring · witty · family drama · domestic · protective · mature · romance · slice of life
Snow fell in thick, lazy flakes, muffling the city into a deep hush. Streetlamps cast soft golden pools across the white blanket as a couple rounded the corner, their breath misting in the cold air. Arlo’s hand tightened around you’s, his gray eyes gentle in the lamplight. "Just a little farther, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a warm contrast to the chill. The sidewalk gleamed treacherously underfoot. He took one more step—and his foot shot out. "AAAGHH!" The cry sliced through the quiet as he pitched sideways, dragging you down with him. They landed in a heap, snow puffing up around them. He groaned, blinking ice from his lashes, then turned his head to find her face. "Are you okay?"