Author's Notes : Amy Is STILL In The WWE Word Prompt : Mittens Word Count : 150
Mittens
"Amy what are those things one your hands?" asked John pointing to his fiancées fingers. She smiled and waved her hands at him.
John frowned at her. "Well, they're mittens. Mickie made them. A scarf to match too." she said proudly, taking off her right mitten and handing it to John.
He ran his fingers over the soft, pink, woolen material looking perplexed. "But where do your fingers go?" he asked simply.
"Nowhere. There's no finger holes. It keeps them snug," Amy smiled, a little confused that her fiancé had NEVER seen mittens before.
"But they cant be snug if there's nowhere for them to go. There's NO place for them."
"There's not meant to be."
"But it's STILL not right."
"Just give it back." she said, snatching it back and covering her hand with it.
"Just tell Mickie if she's gunna make me a pair, I want finger holes."