She heard the door bang closed, harder than usual, and she smiled, knowing what was coming next.
“Four inches! Four inches of snow!” he yelled from the mud room. She rolled her eyes, though the smile stayed on her lips. He’d gotten up at his usual hour that morning, then come grumbling back to bed, having read the text that school was closed for the day. She had let him sleep in while she started her day in their library – as she had wisely arranged to work from home beforehand. Now he was up and taking care of the snow outside, but not without –
“There should have to be a foot of snow at least for school to be cancelled!”
– not without his usual kvetching, she sighed to herself with equal measures affection and exasperation. She loved him, and she loved how much he loved his work… but sometimes…
“A foot, honey? Are you sure we don’t have that much?” she called back to him, grinning.
“Thank you for bringing the clothes with me, I guess,” finally came the shout from the door, quieter than before, even though she knew he was certainly using even more lung power now. “You think you could get the shovel too?”
Another long silence from the mud room.
“Oh, dear, you weren’t holding on to it, were you? Well…” she smirked, “Two feet of snow! I think that’s a record for today!”
“You know I know that’s not how that works, right?” he called back.
“Shall we try for three feet?”
“No no!” he quickly yelled. “No thank you, Madame!”
Damn right “No thank you, Madame”, she thought, archly.
“However… and absolutely no affront intended, Madame… and I mean, I’m definitely still perfectly capable of taking care of two feet of snow…”
“Oh, of course you are – my big, strong, man!” She giggled.
“…Yes. But… what I mean is… you do realize the driveway is now basically a soccer field, right? I’d be out there until after dark.”
“Well…” she considered. “I suppose it wouldn’t do to exhaust my big guy like that,” she allowed with over-the-top magnanimity. “You know where the toy tractor is?”
“The toy- oh… right. Okay, I’ll be back.”
“If you won’t be needing the shovel, be sure to put it back!” she called. His grunt was audible even in the library, but he was wise enough not to say anything – at least, nothing that would reach her ears.
Eventually, the door closed behind him, and she laughed to herself. It should take him a couple of hours, at least, she mused. It would be lunchtime by then; she’d be waiting for him with a mug of hot chocolate – and something to warm him up, too.
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