Flynn, at first, was unsure as to why he had suddenly awakened from his deep sleep. He had had no bad dreams, nor had he heard Belle have any nightmares that evening. Everything was calm, still, peaceful… Winter had spread to Sodor over the past few weeks, covering the Island in a thick blanket of snow and frost.
Then, Flynn noticed Belle was not sleeping next to him like always. Confused and slightly worried, he looked outside into the night, to find her standing just outside the shed. Her steam rose gently around her as she stood in her siding, apparently doing nothing except looking out at the scenery around them. She was silent and still, standing so delicately outside. Flynn was looking at an angel in the night.
Very quietly, Flynn edged forwards to stand next to his love. As he got closer, he saw that Belle was trembling slightly. Tears were falling down her face, dropping onto her bufferbeam as she stood outside in the snow. As the snow lightly sprinkled them, Belle continued to silently cry, spellbound by what she saw.
Belle blinked, looking to Flynn with such pure happiness that he himself nearly cried as well. Her tears fell silently down her face as she beamed, radiating utter content and pure delight. "Oh, Flynn…" she whispered softly. "Look at it. Just look at it."
"Look at what, my love?"
"Everything, Flynn… it's just so beautiful tonight. It's like a postcard tonight… I love the first big snowfall of the season. Everything's just so new, changed… this is my favourite time of the year…"
"It is beautiful, my Big Belle… I've never known you to be so moved by it like this before."
Belle sniffed delicately, blinking away another tear. "I'm sorry, Flynn, it's just… it's so beautiful tonight. I don't know why… it just is… I can't help it."
"Don't apologize, my love…" Flynn said quickly. "It's just that you've never cried like this before. It is beautiful tonight, but you've never cried like this."
"I can't help it, Flynn," Belle whispered. "The way the snow covers the trees… the way the snow sparkles in the night… have you ever noticed that before?"
Flynn had not noticed, but now realized that it did indeed sparkle, in a beautiful way.
"Look at the way the snow is, Flynn… it's so perfect and still… nothing has been on it yet… it's pure and white, and so perfect… nothing's ever touched it…" Belle breathed deeply, in an effort to control herself. "It's just so amazing, Flynn."
"Look at the way the snow is falling right now, my Fiery Flynn… it's so light and soft… it's like heaven is sprinkling down here… oh, Flynn," Belle gasped, shaking as she stood. "It's just so amazing tonight. Everything is so peaceful and perfect. I love it so much."
Flynn watched his love with fascination, seeing her eyes continue to fill with tears as she stood, captivated, by the winter wonderland that surrounded them. To the great surprise of both of them, Flynn's eyes began to fill with a few tears as he stood next to his love, watching the picturesque scene unfold around them.
"Flynn?" Belle whispered to him. "You're crying. You never cry, never…"
"I can't help it," Flynn said softly. "I just love seeing this."
"The wonderful scene tonight," Belle said knowingly. "It is amazing, Flynn. It's beautiful."
"No… I mean seeing you so happy and content, my love. I love seeing you like this. I love seeing you so happy, my Big Belle… you have the most beautiful smile."
Belle blushed a delicate shade of pink as fresh tears began to run down her cheeks. "Oh, Flynn…"
"Belle. My big, beautiful Belle. When I saw you out here, you looked just like an angel. Did you know that? You're my angel, my love."
Belle trembled even more, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself down. Flynn had an uncanny knack for making her cry when no one else could. He was so sweet and kind to her… "… Flynn… I had a nightmare tonight… I didn't want to scream…"
"I know, my love. I know. You wanted peace and tranquility. You didn't want to disturb anything."
For a while, the two of them simply stood, taking in the majesty of the scene around them. Everything was peaceful and calm, simply perfect in the still night.
"Everything's so beautiful tonight, Belle… including you. I love you, Belle."
Belle blushed, silently crying. "Flynn… you're making me cry…"
"Should I stop?"
"No," Belle breathed, seemingly leaning closer to Flynn. "Hold me, Flynn. Please? Hold me tonight."
Flynn turned himself around on the turntable, moving closer to Belle. Her eyes sparkled with tears as she smiled a genuine, bright smile that made him weak. He moved even closer, touching her and holding her as much as he could. "Oh, Belle… my angel… you're so beautiful… everything's so beautiful tonight… it's perfect."
Belle kissed Flynn very softly upon his lips, trembling as she kissed him with great restraint and passion. "… Flynn… you're so, so good to me… It's nearly Christmas, Flynn. Can you hear the choir singing?"
The two of them listened. Far away, a children's choir was singing into the night from the local Church.
"The music of the angels, for my angel," Flynn whispered, as he kissed Belle's quivering lips once more. He didn't let her go until they were back in their shed, and Belle had fallen into the most peaceful sleep she had had in years.