Writing Prompt Wednesday #107

2. Dancing in the snow  https://mirclealignr.tumblr.com/post/669674956399017984/xmas-prompt-list-scenarios-decorating-the

    Christmas was ruined.
    There was no point to it anymore. They had been driving home—they needed to get home before midnight so that they could have the perfect Christmas morning. Throughout the car breaking down, an insane amount of traffic coming back from his parents, and every single thing that could have possibly gone wrong, Lance was just beginning to finally believe everything would be alright after all.
    “Ugh!” he groaned in frustration, kicking the side of their house. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
    “It’s alright baby,” Pine said. They placed a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles. “It’s not the end of the world.”
    “Of course it’s the end of the world! How on earth did we forget the key?”
    “Things happen,” they shrug. “We can get a hotel or something.”
    “A hotel?” Lance asked. “A hotel won’t work! All of the presents are in there, and the landlord can’t come in until after Christmas.”
    “We can open the gifts then!”
    “But then everything will be ruined,” Lance said, putting his head in his hands as he crumpled to the ground.
    “Sweetie, what is it?” Pine said, inching over and leaning down beside their boyfriend. “It’ll be alright, what’s wrong about opening gifts a day late?”
    What was wrong about it was that Lance was going to propose, and now his plans were fucking ruined. Afterall, Christmas was magical and merry. Nothing was special about the 26th of December. But of course Pine couldn’t know that. “I just wanted our first Christmas living together to be perfect,” Lance mumbled.
    “Oh sweetheart,” Pine said, taking his face. “I’m with you, of course it will be.”
    He leaned into their touch, and the clenching around his heart was starting to ease up. All too soon, though, the warmth of Pine’s hand was gone, and they had disappeared into the car. “Pine? What are you doing?”
    “One second,” Pine said, murmuring, “Impatient baby,” under their breath. Lance huffed, but stayed put as Pine sifted through their belongings. They must’ve retrieved whatever they were looking for, and, satisfied, came back around the front of the car.
    They were carrying a speaker. Lance tilted his head in confusion as Pine shuffled through the songs on their phone. A soft holiday tune blasted from the speakers, and Pine shot him a small smile. They offered a hand. “Come on, dance with me.”
    Lance hesitated a moment before climbing to his feet and taking their hand. Pine pulled him in close, twirling him in slow, careful circles. “See, this isn’t so bad.”
    “No,” Lance said, a smile splitting his face. “It isn’t.”
    “What are you smiling for, weirdo?”
    “I just,” he hesitated, trying to find the words to explain what was going on in his head. “I don’t know how I got lucky enough to have you.”
    Pine chuckled. “I love you too. Now focus on dancing with me.”
    He did, and they danced in the snow.