Cute little oneshot about snow and our favourite couple.
Disclaimer: Once again I dont own them, it hurts but I must accept this.
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"Harry" Nikki called her husband as she looked out of the window of their kitchen.
"Yes honey?" he asked as he walked in and spotted what she was excited about
"It's snowed" Nikki grinned and rushed past him. He frowned and followed her, finding her in the cupboard under the stairs pulling her coat and gloves on. Her scarf already wound round her neck.
"Come on" she told him and threw his coat, scarf and gloves to him. He caught them and shook his head. Taking his hand she quickly led them through the kitchen and opened the backdoor to the garden. Harry held back as he watched his wife giggle and try to catch snowflakes on her tongue. His heart melted all over again as he watched her. Growing up in South Africa she didn't have snow in her childhood and she loved it now. He was brought out of his thoughts by something hitting his shoulder and looked down to see the remains of a snowball there. Nikki looked at him, her nose glowing red and her cheeks a rosy pink.
"You cheeky minx" he grinned and Nikki giggled and went to scoop up some more snow.
"Oh no you don't"
Harry ran to her and dropped his hands to her waist and started to tickle her.
"Harry stop" Nikki gasped after a few minutes and she wiped the tears of laughter from her face. They were both on the ground, Nikki pinned beneath Harry, he realised she was shivering.
"You're cold" he informed her and stood up, helping Nikki up in the process.
"How about a shower?" she asked coyly.
Harry pretended to think then quickly scooped her up into his arms, she squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"No point wasting water on two showers"