White Christmases are Gérard’s favourite. The last few years spent with Amélie has seen him go wherever she is currently touring. Last year it was Uruguay. The year before, Sydney. This year, though, she is in New York, and Gérard could not be happier.
They walk hand in hand through Rockefeller Plaza. Time spent with Amélie these days are few and far between since being stationed in Rome. She visits between tours, stays with him for mere weeks before starting her schedule again where they spend months apart.
She is happy though, living her best life even with all of the travel and fame, and that’s all that matters.
Gérard sighs wistfully, looking at his beloved. The streetlamps cast her in an ethereal glow, her breaths form a cloud and disappear on the light breeze. She smiles, her eyes light up, and Gérard follows her gaze to the Christmas tree, the coloured lights twinkle like stars in the night sky.
“I hear the ice skating here is magical,” Amélie says, looking at Gérard. “We should not miss this opportunity.”
“I do not skate.” Gérard lifts Amélie’s hand to his mouth, kissing it. “I fall.”
“You are better than you believe.” Amélie smiles, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. “It will be fun, trust me.”
Gérard takes a breath and holds it. He can never say no to his love. “I do, with all my heart,” he murmurs, cupping her face and kissing her softly.
Given the time of night, it is a short queue for tickets, and they are on the ice in a manner of minutes. Despite knowing that Amélie wants nothing more than to skate around unencumbered, she doesn’t leave his side, holding his hand as she helps him onto the ice. It takes all of his willpower to keep his legs as vertical as possible, as stiff as possible, to keep from falling.
“Relax,” Amélie says, smiling softly. She looks him up and down. “ That is a disaster waiting to happen.”
“I will fall.”
“Bend your knees,” she instructs, tapping her knee. “Like this.”
Taking a breath, Gérard relaxes a little. Much to his surprise, he doesn’t slip or lose his balance.
“See, easy. Now copy me.” Amélie leans forward slightly, and Gérard mirrors it. Then she takes a step, he follows until he is walking in step with her. “Now glide.”
He doesn’t move very far, but he does move, which is an improvement on last time. “Amé, I think I’m getting the hang of this.”
“Now we are going to try stroking. It is exactly what you are doing now, just with longer movements, enough to lift one foot off the ice.”
With a grin and watching Amélie’s feet, he lifts his leg, gliding on one foot. He moves in time with her, skating at a reasonable pace.
Confidence soaring, he takes his eyes off his feet, glancing at Amélie. She has the biggest beaming grin on her face, and he knows, in this moment, that she is the woman he will be spending the rest of his life with.
Gérard slows, it catches Amélie's attention, and she turns to face him. He takes her hands and kisses her knuckles. "I love you."
She smiles. "I love you too."