Atomic Tangerine: Brittany & Finn
"Baby, I've never seen orange snow before."
Finn watched as his very pregnant wife stood in the middle of their open backyard, hands waving freely in the air as she spun in a slow circle. He never got tired of watching her like this, so full of childlike wonder that he never wanted her to change. Brittany had certainly been one of the biggest surprises of Finn's life, but he never doubted that she was his soulmate once he decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. She had never made him feel stupid, like he wasn't good enough, that he should have become a different person. Brittany accepted him exactly as he was, and she loved to have fun just as much as he did.
"It's because the sun is coming up," he called out as he crossed the lawn. She smiled up at him beneath her floppy hat, eyes dancing as she tried to catch a snowflake on her tongue. "I saw this show once where the snow was pink because of a fire. When I looked out and saw this, I jut knew I had to share it with you two."
His hands went down to cover hers on her stomach. Their little boy would be here in just a few short weeks, and he couldn't wait until they could take him out in a winter like this come next year. She leaned back against him a little, turning her head to the side slightly so she could reach up to kiss him. "We should come out later and build a snowman," she decided. It was kind of their tradition on the first snowfall every year. This would be their fifth together and the second as a married couple. "And then I'll make you that really good hot chocolate to warm you up."
"You take such good care of me," he praised her, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
"It's because I love you, Finn Hudson," she told him very seriously. He smiled down at her. It was rare that Brittany was ever so adamant about anything, but she was always serious about how much she loved him. There were days when he still couldn't believe she had picked him out of everyone. They honestly made more sense with each other than they ever had with anyone else before. "Ooh, I should get Lord Tubbington's new goulashes out! He's an expert at making snowballs."
"As long as you make him promise not to play dirty."
"I'll try, baby," she giggled.
She spun away from him a little bit then, only for him to twirl her back into his arms. He started to hum something familiar as she guided them into a little waltz with her big belly pressed between them. It was too cold to be out there so long but neither of them noticed. They just danced as the golden snow rained down all around them.