Heat Miser Snow Miser Novels & Stories

I said. "Us is the only one that matters," Adrian corrected. "Everything else came from that." That night lying in bed I thought about thirty-five years of building and surviving and choosing each other. "Do you have any regrets?" I asked Adrian. "About us?" Adrian asked. "Not one." "Not even the messy parts?" I pressed. "Especially not the messy parts," Adrian said. "The mess is what made us real." "We're very good at mess," I observed. "We're very good at surviving mess," Adrian corrected. "That's different."

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.