“Daddy… When is it gonna snow? I wanna build an Olaf.”
You hovered outside of Saiorses room, on your way back down stairs with the laundry basket, listening in on the conversation as Spencer tucked his daughter into bed.
She was four years old and had became obsessed with Frozen earlier on the year. It was December now which of course meant that the film had been dragged out again. There had been little snow last year, hardly enough to make a snow ball let alone a full blown snowman and she’d been so upset, her bottom lip sticking out like her fathers did when he was sad.
“Hopefully soon, Sirsh. You heard the weatherman earlier, right? Don’t worry, as soon as it snows I promise you that we’ll build a snowman.” Spencer told her and you pictured him sitting on the side of her bed, his faced pressed closed to hers, ready to kiss her goodnight. He loved putting her to bed, hating it when he was out on a case and couldn’t do it. He’d got back late last night, going into the office for a few hours today to complete paperwork before coming home and spending the afternoon curled up on the couch watching Disney films with you and Saiorse.
Life was good, you’d cut down your own hours again so that you only used the Nanny two days a week now, although you were able to work from home if you needed to. And you’d been trying for another baby since the wedding although nothing was happening yet.
You heard him start his evening bedtime story and you headed downstairs to pile the laundry into the machine and load up the dishwasher.
Spencer snuck up behind you fifteen minutes later as you were matching socks. His, you just paired whenever two were the same length regardless of colour or pattern. You couldn’t cope with that for yours though so you always matched yours and Saiorse’s, although countless times she’d change them so she could be like Daddy.
“Leave that. Come and sit down. I’ll get up early and do it.” He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling his head against your neck.
“I’ll leave it, but don’t you dare touch them. I can’t cope with wearing odd socks like you.”
“Sirsh likes it though.”
You elbowed him. “Stop calling her that. I hate it. Saiorse or Little S. Sirsh sounds like you’re telling her to shush.”
“She tells me to shush though…..” You could feel him pouting against your neck, his bottom lip dragging on your skin as he started to kiss you.
It was true, she did. When he rambled and went way off topic, as he often did, she just sigh and look at him sternly. “Time for Daddy to shush now.” she’d tell him.
He’d always look put out at first and then laugh when he mentally retraced his steps and realised how off topic he’d gone.
Okay so she may have got that from you.
“She only does it when you legitimately do need to shush.”
“I guess. Now come back to the sitting room. I’ve poured the wine, let’s have some Mr and Mrs time. I’ve missed you.”
You were definitely down for some ‘Mr and Mrs time’ so you let him lead you back to the couch where you spent the rest of the evening in marital bliss.
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You awoke early the next morning, your mouth dry and your bladder bursting. You check the alarm clock on the table.
5:30am.
Still two hours before Saiorse would wake up and no doubt pad down the hall into your bedroom. Ever since she’d been put in her big girl bed, she had a nasty habit of doing that, although you’d tried to instill into her that when Daddy was home, she needed to knock. She could do with knocking when Daddy WASN’T home too, to be honest.
You hoped she wouldn’t be too scarred for life. There’d been quite a few times she walked in on Mommy and Daddy playing ‘horsie’.
You untangled yourself from your husbands grasp and made your way to the bathroom, peeing and then grabbing a drink of water from the faucet, brushing your teeth afterwards to remove the foul red wine taste.
Glancing out the window you saw that the lighting outside had come on, the neighbours cat probably triggering it. You stood on your tiptoes to see if you could catch sight of it
, seeing a blanket of white covering the trees and the garden.
Snow.
And lots of it by the looks of things.
You grinned and ran back to bed, leaping onto it like a kid and shaking Spencer.
“What the hell, Y/N?” He moaned sleepily.
“Wake up wake up WAKE UP. It’s snowed.”
“Thats nice…. Come back to bed…you can do that another time.”
He obviously wasn’t listening.
“Spencer… Snow. SNOW. Virgin snow too, hardly any animal prints yet.”
The neighbourhood cats… And possibly raccoons by the looks of some of the messes you’d found before, seemed to use your garden as a short cut.
“Snow? SNOW! Can we wake Sirsh up?” You had his attention now.
“No… We can wake Little S up though. Get dressed.”
You pulled on the jeans you’d discarded last night along with thick socks and a jumper which you just hauled over your pajama top, waiting for Reid to dress.
When you were both ready, you crept down the hall into your daughters bedroom where she was still snoring softly , her chocolate coloured curls spread out on her pillow.
You quietly opened her drawers, pulling out socks and trousers, a woolley jumper, placing them on her bed.
Taking a side each, you and Spencer sat down on her bed and you placed your hand on her chest, rubbing it gently to wake her.
Her eyes fluttered open, her looking from you to Spencer and then back again blearily.
“Mommy?”
“Saiorse, we have a very important question for you.”
You and Spencer looked at each grinning, crying in unison. “Do you wanna build a snowman?”
Her eyes lit up as her brain processed what you were saying and she threw back her covers and bounded out of bed so fast that Spencer had to reach out and tug her back.
“Not so fast kiddo.” He laughed at her. “Clothes first.”
You dressed her quickly and then all three of you made your way downstairs to tug on your winter boots and to brave the morning cold, clicking the outside lamps on.
It was glorious. Crisp and fresh, the snow crunching underfoot as you made your way hand in hand with your daughter across the snow.
The next joyful hour was spent rolling huge hunks of snow into a the shape of a snowman, hunting around the garden for twigs and branches for the arms, and stones big enough for the eyes.
Little S loved it, as did the big S. And you were having a whale of a time watching them playing, Spencer kneeling down on the snow and soaking his trousers so he could help his daughter. You took countless pictures on your phone, knowing that the team would eat them up.
The snow was so deep in some parts that when Saiorse had toddled off to find a rock, she’d called out to you both for help, not being able to pull her little legs free. The look of frustration on her face as she fought with the white powder was hilarious as was the sight of her feet kicking in the air when Spencer finally lifted her out.
“Mommy… He needs a nose.” She told you, poking her gloved finger into the centre of his face.
You dashed back inside, rummaging in the vegetables drawer for a carrot that you could sacrifice, returning triumphantly and handing it to your her.
She pushed it into the snowmans face, completing him and clapping wildly with joy, shrieking.
“Shhhhhh… It’s still early baby. We don’t wanna wake the neighbours.”
“Sorry Mommy.”
You made her and Reid pose in front of their creation as you took more photos, the sky turning orange as the sun came up.
Reid with her in his arms. Reid and Little S either side of the snowman holding onto the branches like they were holding his hands. Saiorse pretending to kiss the snowman on his mouth, Spencer pretending to kiss the snowman.
You joined them for a photo, Spencer holding the cell high with his long arms and taking a shot of the three of you together.
“Mommy kiss Daddy. I’ll take a picture!”
Your daughter held her hand out expectantly for your phone and you reset the camera and gave it to her, pressing your cold lips to Spencers and hearing the child giggle as she took pictures.
“I think it’s time for some hot chocolate and maybe waffles. What do ya say? Then after breakfast shall we see if Uncle Aaron and Jack want to go to the park and go sledding?”
“Henry and Auntie Jenny too?”
“Henry and Auntie Jenny too.” Hell you’d send a group text and get the whole team out if they were free. It had been a while since you’d had a family outing.
You headed back inside, switching the stove on and getting started on breakfast, watching out through the windows as Spencer picked up handfuls of snow, crumbling it slowly over Saiorse’s head as if it was snowing.
It was the most adorable sight ever, her spinning on the spot, the snow peppering her hair white and her squealing with joy. Reid had the biggest grin on his face ever as did you.
You had a feeling today was going to be one of those perfect family days.