The snow was frigid and blowing sideways as Tyson pushed his way up the street. The bus had trouble this late in the evening with how heavy the snowstorm was becoming. He was up to his knees in the white stuff and his socks weren't very dry anymore.
The town he lived in was a perpetual frozen hellhole. They had two seasons per year. Sunny and cold or not sunny and FUCKING COLD. He clenched his hands in the two layers of gloves he was wearing and scrunched his neck further down in the hand knitted scarf he was wrapped in.
Tyson was a good old southern boy from America and there wasn't much that could get him to move out of the wet and warm climate he was used to except for one thing.
A cute girl.
He had met her while on a trip with friends here in the milder summer months to do some snowboarding. Winter weather is great when you're only in it for a week and then you go back to an eighty degree home. But while they were here, he met her and fell like a damn fool all the way to his knees. She was so sweet and fun, so giggly and excitable. He would've done anything to be with her so it was a no brainier to go home, sell everything, and move out of the country. He no idea what he was in for.
Learning the local language had even been easier than adjusting to this climate. And the language still clashed with his drawling accent sometimes. Four months here and it had only gotten colder by the day. If it wasn't for her, he could've never toughed it out. He could've never taken the job he did and survive the soul-wrenching cold.
Around the next corner, he saw their frozen abode sitting under a few dozen fresh layers of snow since he left this morning. The large footprints from the street and the recently shoveled driveway told him that his wife had been outside in this cold probably an hour ago. She probably walked down to the store and back. He wondered if she remembered to wear her hat and gloves.
His wife was a native, she was used to this cold. Apparently this was a an average winter and things could be much worse. He shuddered at the thought and walked up the drive to the front door. When it wasn't buried in snow, their house was really quite cute. It was set back against a large hillside and the backside of the house was actually built underground. The front had large windows with great thick panes for giving a view without letting in the cold.
He stomped his boots and opened the door. There was barely time to close it and turn around when he was hit by a furry white cannonball.
"Sweetheart!" His wife squeaked happily, hugging him tightly, "So glad you're home! I made a fire and have some hot cocoa for you to warm up with."
"God I love you Julia." He smiled, hugging her back. He picked her up so they were eye to eye and she pulled his scarf down to kiss him on the lips.
His wife was a snow bunny. Her people were native to this area and she was no more bothered by the wet snow she was hugging than he would've been by a cool breeze.
He set her down and she immediately skipped away from him. He couldn't resist a smile. She was so damn cute. The top of her head didn't even come to the middle of his chest, and her tall bunny ears barely even got to his chin. She had thick white fur all up her arms to her shoulders and a big fluffy mane of it wrapped around her neck. From the mid thigh, she also had thick fur that led down to big bouncy bunny feet. Her body had a bit of extra plumpness spread sound that never seemed to go away, but that just meant she had a big butt and huge boobs. What man could argue with such an adorably stacked shortie?
He realized then that she was only wearing a fuzzy sweater and thick winter shorts. Her poof of a bunny tail wiggled eagerly between them. He sighed and asked, "Babe, did you go to the store like that?"
"Mhmm!" She said as she worked around the kitchen and poured him a hot mug, "It's pretty nice out today besides the wind. Here you go!"
"Aren't you going to get sick? You really didn't even put on a coat or wear something over your ears?" He said, exasperated at her carelessness.
She took his hand and ushered him over to the fireplace where his plush recliner had been scooted closer to it. She grabbed his coat and started to strip him, "You're adorable, honey. You know I'm fine. It has to get a lot colder to get to me. This sweater is very warm. But it's sweet that you worry about me."
"I'm still not used to this. Freezing where I came from was time for three pairs of socks and two hats." He sighed, letting her strip off his wet winter gear. He sank down into the chair once he was free of the heavy coat and winter pants.
The fire crackled happily and filled the room with a comforting warmth. He sipped at the cocoa while she untied his boots. The first few times she did this, he argued that she didn't need to and insisted he take care of it himself. That made her pout and spend every second of the evening waiting on him hand and foot. She was very devoted to their relationship and she found such joy in taking care of him.
She tugged them off and put them closer to the fire to dry. While she had her back turned, he quickly stripped off his layers of socks. There were some things a guy just had to do for himself.
When she turned back, she saw his bare feet and him pulling his socks apart. She frowned and took them from him. They got draped across his boots and started to steam softly.
"There. All good." She smiled.
"You know, I could be warmer if I had something fuzzy on me." He said, holding his mug to the side.
"I think I can help." Julia giggled and bounced up in his lap. She sat sideways across his legs and cuddled up to his chest. "Better?"
"Oh, much." He said, hugging her to him.
The room was quiet and Tyson enjoyed the warmth of both the fire soaking into his cold toes and his wife's plush body in his arms.
"So, what do you want for dinner?" She asked, ears twitching against the side of his face.
"Whatever you want to make. Everything you cook is amazing." He said, not lying in the slightest. Even when compared to his mom's southern cooking, Julia's food could really make his mouth water. The trope of new housewives being bad certainly didn't hold water with her.
She grumbled something quietly and then got up. She walked away down the hall and he looked after her. She didn't get angry really ever so this was something else. She was clearly feeling playful and devious today. There was some ploy going on.
As he sat back again, his eyes passed over the gorgeous Christmas tree sitting in the other corner. One day about halfway through December he made the mistake of mentioning he missed having a Christmas tree like back home. He came home from work to find a gorgeous, fully decorated six foot pine sitting in the corner of the room. It might've been decorated with unconventional ornaments like jewelry, beads, string, and paper cutouts, but he thought it wonderful. The first Christmas with his new wife.
