Hey, Pumpkin {SEASONAL EVENT}

He smiled at her gently as she mimicked the movements with the upgrade to her prosthetic, and he quirked a brow at her. No, the prosthetic wasn’t the surprise he was talking about. The much more movable prosthetic was merely a tool that she would find useful for the surprise he had in store.       Her thumb moved over his jaw, and he felt the slow touch of her lips over his own. Kalt swore he could live off of her touch alone. As she pulled away from him, still keeping the close proximity, he flashed her a crooked grin at what she said. ’I missed you.’ He had missed her too, desperately. She knew that, though; he hadn’t exactly kept that a secret from her!       “I know,” he said, kissing her again before she had the chance to hit him. Kalt pulled away from her, his hands resting over her thighs. “The finger wasn’t the surprise, though. Come here.” He kept his hearing absently on the sounds his daughter was making. As he had learned the hard way, a quiet toddler meant she was doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing.       Kalt would lead Ashetta from the kitchen into the sitting room, where there was something large under a white sheet near the window. He flashed her a grin and walked over to it, pulling the sheet away to reveal a stunning – if he did say so himself – piano. It was a shining black with pristine black and white keys, and the body of it had hand-carved, golden accents. A black stool with a golden seat stood right in front of the peddles. On the wood over the center keys, there was a carved SW in black so it didn’t stand out. However, an artist always signs their work.       He smirked at the woman and raised his brow, running his finger over the black wood. ”Been working on it for a little while, but finished it this morning. Perfectly tuned and everything. One of my masterpieces.” He swept his hand toward it for her to take a look. Kalt I  am flesh and I am bone, i rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold i've got fire in my soul