They trudged slowly threw the freezing snow. The only way they knew they could still feel was the comforting weak embrace of their hands.

One stops to glance at the new fall of pure snow. The other glances as well, holding her unoccupied hand to her bleeding abdomen.

Her vision suddenly blurs and she drops to her knees, if it weren't for her hero holding her hand, she would've fully collapsed. He kneels next to her, his eyes full of concern. She smiles faintly and puts her blood stained hand on his scared, beaten face and whispers, "Sorry, I don't think I can-", she would have finished, but the soft cold lips on hers interrupts her. She slowly closes her eyes and lightly smiles against his lips, she never could get over the feelings he always drew from her, either from a glance or like now, a kiss.

He slowly pulls back and looks at her threw half lidded eyes. "Looks like our time has come" he whispered softly. A flash of pain crosses her features and tears spring to her eyes. He pulls her closer and she leans back, softly touching her back to his chest. They both watch the snow softly fall, as they feel their bodies grow numb to the cold. "D-do you think" she whispered from her softly colored blue lips, "that the Lord will watch over our daughter when we pass?" she finished.

He slowly looks down and gazes at the pale beauty of his wife and answers "Of course, he watches over everyone." "Even us?" she counters her eyes unconsciously drifting open and closed. "Yes," he answered, pulling her closer weakly, "Even as our souls pass, he watches and comforts, then guides us home." He finished closing his eyes and placing his head on her shoulder. She smiles softly. "Home is…warm" she mumbles. He stiffens as he feels added pressure on his chest, clutches his eyes closed, tears falling softly down his cold, numb cheeks. "Lord…take me home" he hoarsely whispers. He relaxes and he smiles faintly as he feels warmth envelop him.