The day passed quickly, and the cabin was looking festive. Jack wandered out of the kitchen, holding two cups of cocoa, "Are you in the mood for a bit of chocolate, my love?" Isadora stood gazing out the window," That would be wonderful. Do you mind if I take it out onto the deck?" Jack shot her a muddled look, "You're in your nightgown, though. Do you think that will be warm enough?" Isadora nodded, Jack picked up the throw from the couch and covered her shoulders. His head spun. He sat on the sofa and placed his head in his hands, "Are you all right?" He glanced up, "Yes. I'm just having a dizzy spell. If you don't mind, I might lie down for a few minutes, I'll join you out on the deck afterwards."
Isadora smiled and went outside. The deck was a little chilly on her feet, but she felt like an oven since the day she got pregnant. It felt nice to cool her body down. The lights from the ski hill sparkled through the trees, creating just enough light to make the snow shimmer. It was fascinating to look at and held such a romantic vibe, but it was bitterly cold. Snow fell from the heavens and left a light dusting on the railing. It was cold to touch, but it fascinated her on how quickly it would disappear. Isadora watched as the wind passed through the trees, leaving the snow-covered branches bare once again. It whistled a tune as it passed by, but there was another sound in the air, one she didn't recognize. It sounded as if someone or something was there.
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