RoadTrip Imagines

Rye

I stand in front of the mirror and brush my hair. Suddenly Rye runs into the room starts to sing with a high voice, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
I laugh. He is just too cute.
"Yeah of course." I giggle.
"Yes." Rye shouts, kissing my cheek and running out of the room again.
Laughing I shake my head and follow him. We both put on our boots and jackets.

As soon as we are outside Rye jumps straight into a mound of snow. His clothes and hair are already full of snow and he is completely soaked.
"Now let's build a snowman." He says.
So I start to build a snow women. It's so funny because Rye keeps falling on his bum.
"Be careful babe, I don't want you to hurt yourself." I say.
"I am super careful." He pretends, then lies in the snow again.
"C'mon baby." Is laugh and help him up.
As soon as he stands on his feet he pulls me into his arms.
"Now you'll not fall down." He whispers.
"But you were the one that was falling down." I smile.
Rye just smiled and kisses me.