Hello Dear Readers: I seem to be back, after an EXTREMELY long hiatus. I had so much going on, and everything has finally seemed to level. This isn't my best and is short. I haven't proofread this, in my excitement to get this up. So if there are any grammar or spelling errors, I apologize.
Thank you if any readers have hung on this long. Your support is greatly appreciated!
If Mr. Roiz happens to read this, I used a picture from your instagram, hope that was okay.
The second picture, is actually one of my cats. I sent it to one of my friends around Christmas time last year and then they did some work and made a Christmas pic of my cat. (I actually also have an easter pic of the same cat, this particular cat is actually very very photogenic and all over my instagram as everyone loves him. (Don't worry the other cats get love too on my instagram). So shout out to my friend for their photoshop work!
NOTE: When I say Vancouver, I mean Vancouver, Canada not Vancouver, USA.
I hope you enjoy this short vignette. Happy Winter to all you lovely readers!!!
You were lounging in bed with Sasha. The window facing the bed had the curtains open. It was early morning and you were wide awake as some nights you have trouble sleeping. Sasha was asleep beside you, one hand palming your stomach.
You were watching the scenery outside. The hummingbirds were just starting to flit about around the hummingbird feeders you faithfully kept filled with sugar water, changing every day or few days, depending on the weather. As winter was approaching, the cold weather allowed you to change them less.
One of the cats, curled up on your feet, stretched and swatted at Sasha's foot. He stirred in his sleep, his hand clenching on your stomach. The dog yipped softly at the cat, for bothering his owner. The cat just glared back.
Sasha yawned and stretched beside you, his hand moving from your stomach, to tangle in your hair. "What time is it?" he asked in a sleep roughened voice.
"Go back to sleep," you whisper to him, running your hand through his hair. He moves, snuggling closer to you, wrapping his arm around you. "You should too," he whispers back, nuzzling your hair and landing a kiss on your head.
"Hmm," you say.
His other hand lands on your stomach, "They keeping you up again?"
"Hmm," you answer again.
He smiles into your hair. "Not even born yet and already causing us sleepless nights."
You shift further into his embrace. "Just preparing us for the future."
He shifts his hand to entangle it in yours. "Seems so. You okay?"
You nod. He looks outside. "Look," he whispers, pointing your joined hands towards the window.
"It's snowing!" you exclaim excitedly. Sasha smiles at your happiness.
You sit there snuggled in Sasha's embrace, just watching the snow fall with the hummingbirds flitting around the feeder. "Why do you love the snow?" he asks.
"It's not the snow that I love per se. It's the snow falling. It's the quiet time when it's snowing and it's magical. Everything feels like it's going to be alright. It's so calming and soothing. The snow falling I feel like everything is going to be okay and alright."
"I get it," Sasha responds, "It's almost like time stands still or freezes and you are just living in this moment. It's timeless."
"Exactly." You two snuggle in silence, watching the snow fall, your hands entangled over your stomach.
Sometime later, Sasha gasps and smiles in delight. "One of them is very active," he murmurs in your ear, his hand curving closer over your stomach. He moves his hand back and forth over your stomach and murmurs down to it, "Daddy's here little one, Daddy's here."
The dog at Sasha's feet yips softly. Sasha laughs and moves his hand to pet them. He pats them and scratches their ears, reassuringly. "You are loved too little pup. You are loved too."
The snow still fell from the sky. "The weather makes me feel like watching 'When Harry Met Sally...'"
Sasha laughs. "You really like that movie. What do you love about it?"
You shrug. "I just love movies that have New York as a backdrop. I have no idea why I love New York so much. When I go to Vancouver I get super happy. I don't know. All the hustle and bustle, the tall sky scrapers and the sea and the greenery and the people. It's just so magical and beautiful."
"It's like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone 2: the toy store, the park, Times Square and the tree," Sasha adds.
"Yes," you agree. "Exactly that. It's just so enchanting."
"Shall I go get the movie?"
"No, it's okay. I can get it." Sasha holds his hand over your stomach, gently, "No, stay here, I'll get it."
You smile your thanks at him. He moves his hand up your stomach, to once again tangle it in your hair and gives you a kiss. He moves closer to you, to deepen the kiss.
Falling into the kiss, you revel in the moment. Sasha gasps and laughs, breaking the kiss and holding you close. "One of them kicked me in the stomach," he explains. You laugh into his shoulder, holding him close.
"I love you, darlin'," he whispers into your ear, nipping it.
"I love you."
You both watch the snow falling for a few more moments in silence.
"I'm going to go get the movie, relax, I'll be back in a few," Sasha tells you.
"Alright." He moves away, kissing your nose, then bundling the blankets around you.
The cat glares at him and leaps off the bed. The dog rolls their eyes, and resettles themselves.
You smile at Sasha, watching his form as he leaves the bedroom. You snuggle down further into the blanket, petting the dog, and watching the snow as it continues to fall.
Sometime later, Sasha walks in. Keeping your eyes on the scene in the window, "You know, you could have just asked me where I kept the Christmas movies."
"And spoil the surprise?" Sasha returns.
You glance over at him. He's carrying a breakfast tray, the movie in the corner of the breakfast tray. "Aww you made breakfast!" you smile brilliantly at him.
He winks at you. "Anything for you, darlin'."
You glance over at the tray, "What did you make me?"
Sasha grins over at you slyly, "Just all of your favourites."
You look over the offerings set out on the tray and smile and then notice a few others. "Hey, you know I don't like these!"
Picking up the offending offering, "But I do," then pops it in his mouth and chews and swallows it. Then he kisses you. You pretend to gag and push him away.
"Thank you for making breakfast and making my favourites."
He laughs and grins at you. "Love you."
"Love you, too."
He moves away and grabs the movie. He opens the case and pops it into the player, turning the TV on and setting up the console.
He returns to your side, with the remote. "You ready?"
You nod. He hits play and snuggles close to you. He grabs some food off the tray and feeds it to you. You accept it and grin at him. He rubs your stomach. You reach for some food off the tray and feed it to him.
You both snuggle together to watch the movie. The dog snores softly at the end of the bed. Intermittently you feed each other at intervals, while the snow falls softly outside the window.
"Thanks for making breakfast. I love you," you mention a bit later, after you two have demolished the food on the tray.
"You're welcome. Love you, too."
Sasha moves the empty food tray to the bedside table, and moves under the blanket, adjusting you to snuggle and rest on his chest. You both continue to watch the movie, hands entwined, bodies entangled.
"Happy first snowfall day of the year, darlin'. I love you so much."