I stomp the snow off my boots and I'm dancing around the laundry room trying to shed the many layers of clothing and to get warm.
I can hear the TV playing and the fire crackling. I walk through the house to the family room where he is asleep on the couch. His leg healing in a cast after a mission that had gone wrong. One of our thicker blankets covers his body. I lift the blanket and craw underneath. I can feel the welcoming heat radiating off his body. The sudden change of temperature wakes him.
As my cold nose presses against his warm neck, he lets out a moan of distress.
"You're freezing." His voice heavy with sleep.
"I know, you're warm."
He wraps the blanket tighter around my shoulders and kisses my cold nose. We both fall asleep listening to the crackling of the fire and the TV.