Maka was sitting on Tsubaki and Blackstar's couch on New Year's Eve. Her young daughter, Wyntry was asleep on the floor next to Tsubaki and Blackstar's son Allstar. Maka swirled her wine glass the color reminding her of her husband's eyes.
Soul had been sent away on yet another death scythe mission leaving his wife and daughter alone on the New Year. Sighing she looked at her daughter, her hair the same snowfallen color that her father had. Her normal wide and wild emerald eyes were closed, guarded by the long eyelashes she had received from her mother.
The time was eleven forty and Maka had decided that it was time to take Wyntry home. Maka said her goodbyes to her friends and wished them a happy new year, as she scooped up the sleeping child.
The walk home wasn't too terrible, Wyntry's hair tickled Maka's neck as she carried her back. Death City wasn't as cold as other places this time of year, the wind was the only thing that was chilly. Maka climbed up the stairs to their apartment and opened the door. She walked into her daughter's room laying her daughter down carefully on her bed.
As Maka reenetered the living room she was met with a pleasent surprise. Her husband soul was standing in their doorway, his cheeks and nose a light pink, his breath like smoke as he panted from running.
Maka's hands covered her mouth in surprised while her eyes teared up with joy. Soul gave her big grin and ran over to Maka lifting her up.
"Happy New Year little angel" Soul smile continued to grow as he lowered his wife and meister down. Her lips crashed against his. She could feel his breath on her face and his smile in his warm was happy that this was real and that he was really here holding her in his arms.
Breaking the kiss, she spoke against his lips, " Happy New Year Soul!"