The fire crackles in the hearth, casting flickering shadows against the wooden beams of the cabin. Outside, the Vermont night is still, the cold settling over the land in a hush of snow and moonlight. Inside, Olivia and Fitz are cocooned in warmth, curled up together on the couch, a thick blanket draped over them.
Fitz leans back, his arm stretched along the back of the couch, fingers lazily threading through Olivia's curls. She rests her head against his chest, her body relaxed, her breathing slow and steady. Neither of them speaks; they don't have to. The quiet is its own kind of comfort, a language spoken only between them.
Olivia shifts slightly, tilting her head up to look at him. "You built a fire just to be lazy?"
Fitz smirks, brushing his lips against her temple. "I built a fire so I could keep you here, right where I want you."
She huffs a soft laugh, her fingers tracing idle patterns against his chest. "It's working."
His free hand moves to her thigh, squeezing gently beneath the blanket. "Good."
The flames dance, casting golden light across their skin. Olivia exhales deeply, letting the warmth seep into her bones. There is no rush here, no urgency—just them, the fire, and the quiet certainty of love that doesn't need words.
Fitz kisses the top of her head, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Livvie."
She closes her eyes, letting it sink in, letting herself hold onto this moment. "I know."
A few moments later, her breathing evens out, her body softening completely against him as sleep pulls her under. Fitz watches her, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he presses another kiss to her hair.
"Sleep, Livvie. I've got you."
Outside, the snow continues to fall, but inside, wrapped in firelight and each other, they are home.