A/N: Another prompt response! This will be my fifth! Okay, so the storyline is simple. Enter, first snow of Season 8. Lorelai's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or snow.
Twinkle, Twinkle
You gaze up at the sky, mesmerized. Each little white speck tumbles down on it's journey to the ground. It's beautiful to watch. There are so many reasons why you love snow. Such wonderful memories happen when it snows. You've told people that. It's your present. The things you keep to yourself are the deeper thoughts about snow.
Those who know you simply on the surface wouldn't think of you as the kind to have deep thoughts often. Normally you aren't. But when it snows, you become a little quieter. More reserved than usual. You think as you watch the snowfall. Rain is what your life has been like for so long. Falling freely without any worries at all. But then one day, splat! You hit the ground and all your problems come crashing down around you. Snow is different though. Snow has the same free fall down to Earth, but rather than landing hard, you gracefully settle down. Your problems might catch up with you, but they'll never hit so hard. That's what you want life to be like.
You smile to yourself now. Life might not be exactly like snow falling, but it is close. You have almost everything you once lost, and everything you could ever want. You are happy. Life feels like all is falling into place. You miss your baby, but she is doing so well with her job. You have the love of your life back. You're happy together. It all feels so good, and you know that it will stay that way for awhile yet.
A pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind. You feel a tiny breeze in your hair. The breeze of someone breathing in your hair. You smile happily.
"Hey." He says softly.
"Hey." You whisper without turning around.
He kisses the top of your head as he mumbles, "It's late, come back to bed."
"It's the first snow of the year." You remind him.
"So it is."
"I just want to watch for a few more minutes." You plead. He laughs a little and let's go of you.
"Hold on." You stand in the same place and continue staring out over the yard at the snow. A few minutes later, you feel him tugging on your arm. Reluctantly you turn around and see the blanket and pillows sitting on the porch swing. You break into a grin and hurry over to them. He walks over and sits down, carefully pulling you into his arms. A blanket is pulled up over the two of you and you resume watching the snow.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" You ask.
He nods. "It's pretty."
"It's not just pretty, it's perfect."
"It's wet and cold."
"Oh come on!" You exclaim. "Just focus on how pretty it is!"
He laughs. "You're very pretty." He tells you.
Now you laugh. "Thank you." You reply, shaking your head. The night wears on. You shift your gaze between him and the snow the whole time. He falls asleep first, still holding you in his arms. As you drift of to sleep, the only thing you can think is that this is perfect.
The End.