After nearly an hour of playing in the snow, Gabriel and Amelie finally returned to their chamber with Noah.
They were laughing and breathless, their clothes dusted with white flakes. Along the way, they had built a crooked little snowman and taken several pictures with Noah, who had been more interested in chewing on his mittens than posing.
Now, inside the warm room, the chill slowly faded from their bodies.
Gabriel dropped onto the edge of the bed, running a towel through his damp hair as he tried to dry it.
Nearby, Amelie was already focused on Noah.
She carefully checked his clothes, feeling for any damp spots, then gently inspected his diaper, making sure he hadn't gotten cold or uncomfortable during their time outside.
"It is still dry," she murmured with a satisfied nod, adjusting his tiny sweater.
Gabriel smiled faintly at the sight before reaching for his phone, which lay on the bedside table.
