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Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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“You probably have one of the best jobs in the world,” Lillian said, “Getting to help people, saving lives.”

“I completely agree although it does have its downsides…”

"Yeah, it really does."

“I originally wanted to go into therapy, actually, I went to school for it. I can tell just by looking at you that you want to be…. uhhh, an actor? Yeah that seems right,” Neal smiled.

"Yep," Lillian laughed a little, "How'd ya guess? Or did Darren tell you."

She smiled a little at his efforts, dropping to her knees and starting to roll the base when a sudden idea struck her. She smirked and rolled a snowball, pelting it at him before returning to her main objective.

Ryan stumbled back, “Hey!” He rolled one in his hands and threw it quickly, the snowball was watery, melted from his hands.

"Yep," Lillian laughed a little, "How'd ya guess? Or did Darren tell you."

“Yeah no, Darren told me. He told me when you guys first met and all that. I’m like his diary,” Neal chuckled.

She let out a small yelp and ducked, the snowball just missing her. "What was that for? I did nothing!" She giggled.

She let out a small yelp and ducked, the snowball just missing her. "What was that for? I did nothing!" She giggled.

Ryan smiled, “Bullshit you did nothing,”

"I don't know what you're talking about, I've just been sitting here quietly." She smiled sweetly.

“You little shit,” he mumbled to himself as he continued his attempt to build a snowman.

"Love you!" She called, giggling before returning to her own work.

“Love you too,” he suddenly fell forward when his hand melted through the snow. “This is irritating I’m too hot,”

"That's true! In many different ways." She placed her base snowball down and started on the middle.

"Yep," Lillian laughed a little, "How'd ya guess? Or did Darren tell you."

“Yeah no, Darren told me. He told me when you guys first met and all that. I’m like his diary,” Neal chuckled.

"Really, awe that's adorable."

"Yep," Lillian laughed a little, "How'd ya guess? Or did Darren tell you."

“Yeah no, Darren told me. He told me when you guys first met and all that. I’m like his diary,” Neal chuckled.

"Really, awe that's adorable."

At this point Darren’s head was buried in a pillow so no one could see his blush. “No,” he muffled into the pillow.

"That's true! In many different ways." She placed her base snowball down and started on the middle.

“No. Not what I meant. I’m warm. Maybe I can help decorate?” He still tried to make the head.

Lillian leaned over and looked at Darren, "Just admit it, your adorable babe."

"Or, you know, you could just cool down and be cold. Like a normal person. And we can be cold together." She shaped her snowball, trying to smooth off the edges.

Lillian leaned over and looked at Darren, "Just admit it, your adorable babe."

“No,” he turned his head to look at her. “You are,”
“Oh god, you both are,” Neal groaned.

"Or, you know, you could just cool down and be cold. Like a normal person. And we can be cold together." She shaped her snowball, trying to smooth off the edges.

“Nuuu I’m afraid of the cold,” his face turned red and he started steaming again.

Lillian laughed, "I can agree to that."

"Afraid? Why? It's not like it can hurt you."

Lillian laughed, "I can agree to that."

“It’s almost Christmas,” Darren smiled, “Are you bringing my adorable niece and nephew and your beautiful wife?” “That was the plan… Dad usually goes on a business trip over the holidays or goes to the bars so we should be safe here,”

"Afraid? Why? It's not like it can hurt you."

He crossed his arms across his body and kicked at the snow below his feet. “Can to hurt you,”

"Oh really? And how is that?" There were the obvious answers, catching colds or hypothermia, and things like that but she was curious.

Lillian laughed, "I can agree to that."

“It’s almost Christmas,” Darren smiled, “Are you bringing my adorable niece and nephew and your beautiful wife?” “That was the plan… Dad usually goes on a business trip over the holidays or goes to the bars so we should be safe here,”

"Yeah I would think so," Lillian inputted. Christmas, December, her birthday, Lillian hid her sorrow behind the mask she had crafted so well.

"Oh really? And how is that?" There were the obvious answers, catching colds or hypothermia, and things like that but she was curious.

“When you get too cold you burn like its fire. Your nerves burn out and shut down and it’s ten times worse than hypothermia especially if someone holds you in it,”

"That's called frostbite. It sucks. I would know."