Snowflake

Emma watched as her three children played in the snow, her elbows leaning against the porch railing, chin in her hands. The smile on her face was bright as she watched fat flakes begin falling again. The two little girls, one dark haired and one toe headed, lifted their faces to the sky and stuck out their tongues.

"Bubby! Catch on your tongue!" Charlotte, the youngest at the age of three, yelled, tugging on Henry's coat. Henry laughed and looked up at the sky. Sixteen now, he hardly found the things his family did cool anymore, but when the snow had come down, he had promised his two little sisters he would play in the snow with them.

Suddenly, Henry bent and picked Kate, almost five, up, tossing her in the air. Her shriek was happy and as she came back in to Henry's hands, she clapped. Charlotte looked at Henry, tugging on his heavy coat.

"My turn! My turn!"

Her children's laughter was infectious and she couldn't help but laugh too. When she felt arms wrap around her from behind, she sighed. The body was warm against hers as she straightened, feeling a chin rest on her shoulder. Turning her head she could smell Regina's perfume and felt dark hair scratch at her cheek.

"You're back."

"I told you it wouldn't take long."

"I know but that doesn't mean I didn't miss you." She felt Regina's lips on her neck and she smiled, leaning into her wife. The kiss was brief before Regina went back to resting her chin on the blonde's shoulders.

"They're beautiful," Regina whispered, watching their three children begin building a snow man.

"We did a wonderful job," Emma replied, resting her hands over Regina's, feeling their rings even through their leather gloves.

"That we did dear, that we did."