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"It isn't even super scary." Boris tried. "Yeah, sure." I mumbled, looking down the hill. "When is next time this may happen?" I looked at him and sighed. "It is a miracle... Caused by global warming. Snow in Las Vegas? This is getting ridicul-" Boris shut me up by placing his lips on mine.
I sighed and he pulled away. "Done talking then?" I nodded and he smiled. "Good."
Boris started pushing the sled and I pleaded him to stop. He jumped on the back and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I shut my eyes as we flew down the hill. We eventually slowed until we stopped. I panted and Boris laughed. "великолепный!" He laughed. "That was so fun, please go again with me."
I sighed and looked back at Boris. He stared at me, bundled up in his winter clothes he hadn't touched in ages. His nose and cheeks were dusted a deep red from the cold, his hair caught snowflakes, his deep brown eyes were lit up with excitement.
"Only if you ride in front."
"Deal!"
. . .
Boris and I have slid down the hill at least 100 times. We've been out here for hours. I just can't bring myself to ask him to let us go inside. He was so happy. Boris sled down the hill again and then ran back up to the top. "Watch! Watch!" He pleaded like a child. I nodded and he sled down the hill on his back.
I was nervous for him. He seriously does not need a concussion. Boris sat up and gave me a thumbs up. I gave him one back and he ran back up the hill. "Hill is almost out of snow!" He pointed out. "That's okay Bor. We'll head in for the day and tomorrow we'll come back and there will be fresh snow." He sighed but nodded.
. . .
I woke up to an odd noise outside. "Boris... Do you know what that is?" I mumbled. Normally Boris responds but there was nothing from him. "Boris?"
I sat up and looked around. No Boris. I got up and looked out the window. Boris was carrying the sled back up the hill and it was practically a blizzard out there.
I sighed and walked over to the closet. I pulled out some extra layers and a pair of slides. I put everything on and walked outside. Boris slid right to my legs, giggling to himself. "Boris, it's really late." He stood up and I crossed my arms over my chest. "Plus, it's snowing really hard. This can't be safe."
He shrugged and looked around. "Fresh snow to sled on!" He cheered. "I know there's fresh snow but precious it's too early."
"I know this but I want to sled now! It was my favorite thing to do with my mother in Ukraine!"
I sighed and stared at him. "Alright. You have ten minutes. I'll go make some cocoa and warm up some cookies." He nodded and kissed my cheek. I walked back into the house and shivered. I took my layers off and placed them neatly on the couch. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some gingerbread men (and women) off of the plate and put them onto a smaller plate.
I placed it in the microwave and heated them up for a second. When I pulled them out and tried one, they were the perfect temperature. I sighed and hummed. I realized that cocoa would just keep Boris up so instead I warmed up some milk.
. . .
Boris came in later, neither of us kept track of time but it seemed like the right time for him to come back in. He was beaming, his face was all blotchy again from the cold.
"Go change and get in bed." I ordered. He nodded and ran upstairs. I reheated everything and then came up after him. Boris looked over at me and I handed him the plate. He turned the tv on and changed it to the holiday channel. They were doing a Christmas classics marathon.
Boris started eating the cookies and drinking the milk. I laid my head on is chest, my fingers lightly drew shapes on his torso.
We didn't exchange any words, there was no need to. Boris finished his gingerbread quickly and then drank the rest of his milk. We shifted so he was laying down with his arms around me.
I watched the movie quietly, continuing to caress Boris. He held onto me tightly (as he always did).
Within a few minutes Boris's quiet snores were telling me I could finally go to sleep too. I shut the tv off and hugged him closer to me. I shut my eyes and sighed... This boy is a different breed. He's too cute, too sweet, and too lovable to be a real boy.
