Day 10: cuddling somewhere

Winter had begun to settle in and the whole of Berserker Island was counting down the days until the bitter cold. Fishlegs trudged through the fresh powder, a bundle of firewood occupying his arms. He looked up to see the welcome sight of a warm hut and his wife and son waiting for him.

"Welcome back, Frode has made a special request. Go ahead and ask honey," Heather said while crouching down to be at eye level with the little boy. Fishlegs did the same setting the wood in its hold.

"Can we cuddle," Frode said, a pleading look in his eyes. Fishlegs smiled at his son before picking him up and carrying him into the hut telling him he liked his idea.

The small family sat by the fire a large blanket wrapped around them, Heather had her head lying against Fishlegs's shoulder while she gently rubbed her hand along Frode's head, who had fallen asleep not long after cuddling with his parents.

"We really did get lucky," Fishlegs said smiling down at the two-year-old with pure adoration and love.

"Well then we got even luckier," Heather replied moving her hand to rest on her abdomen. FIshlegs looked at her in shock for a second before bursting with joy and pulling Heather into a kiss.