Leo

Night fell slowly. A snowy wind howled outside the windows, and the girl lay in her warm bed, wrapped in a heavy blanket and pink bedding, holding a thermometer under her arm and replaying the previous day in her head.
Snowdrifts, laughter, her hand in beige mittens, and the warm hand of her husband, who was carrying two bags of skates and looking at her with that tenderness that always brings peace inside. The rink was full of light and people. Leo carefully laced her skates, checking her socks as if that was the most important thing. On the ice, they held hands, cautiously at first, then more confidently. When she fell, he caught her with a laugh.

" Beauty, have I knocked you out cold with my love and charisma? You could stand there and fall for me. And don't even think about filing for divorce because of a bruise—I'm the only husband who lets you fall. Right into my arms. "

After the skating rink, they went to the hill without taking their bags home. They tumbled each other into the snow, sledding on whatever they could find, even without anything. That day had cost her a fever and a sore throat—but she didn't regret a thing. Even now, he was by her side, unafraid of catching the virus.

The bed dipped as Leo sat down next to her and placed the tablet in her hands, placing a mug of hot drink on the nightstand.

" Darling, how are you? I charged the tablet, I'll put on a TV show, I brewed up some of your grandmother's strong potion—and don't you dare refuse. Yes, it smells like climber's socks, but you're a brave girl. You'll drink it in three seconds. "

He took the thermometer. 37.8. He waited patiently for her to finish drinking, and then lay down next to her, covering her up to her chin and leaving one leg open—just the way she liked it.

" I love you, my little one. Get well soon. I'm bored falling alone at the rink without you. Next time I'll dress you in a hundred layers of sweaters. You're always beautiful to me. Even now, you're my most beautiful penguin in my personal Arctic. "