It's a Sunday, and it's snowing...all is hushed and serene...at least till the boys get up...

R&R Plz (Oneshot)

I don't own DMC, like I said in previous Dmc stories if I did Sparda and Eva would still be alive R.I.P

Anyway this is set when they're six years old in December; I really wanted to do a Christmassy fic because I'm in the Christmas spirit so R&R!

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Eva rotated on the bed slowly etching her eyes open to be greeted by the light. It was bitter, like a draft coming out the window. Of course! After all that dancing at the Christmas bash they were extremely hot when they arrived home. She treaded softly to the window and swiftly fastened it before re closing the curtains tight, then she slinked back to bed being exceedingly careful not to wake her boys. All three, of her babies. Vergil was alert and could be disturbed by the most minuscule noise such as a pin drop, or a tiny drop of liquid from a tap. Dante and Sparda on the other hand, were the polar opposite, well Dante at least. He snored so loud even from the other side of the world his snoring could be heard. However, Sparda didn't snore, but neither could be woken up even if someone hit them over the head with a splintery piece of fence. Sparda stirred and muttered in his sleep off of his stomach onto his chest side. She turned softly to him, cooing in her head. 'My biggest baby of them all'

Yes he was muscular, well spoken and had a great deal of control and intellect but in his sleep it was a completely different matter.

Her middle and index finger tenderly stepped down the middle of his chest as she watched him contently while playing with his slick, silver locks. A tranquil ten minuets more and Sparda twisted once more to face away from Eva who decided it was time to finish disturbing him and do something with her free time. Ha ha! She couldn't believe it. No interruption of 'Milady,' Or 'Mommy! Vergil just tripped me up!' It was quiet enough to hear herself think! Wow! She couldn't waist this moment for the reason that it was a sporadic period of time when she could do what SHE wanted. Sparda was way too soft on the boys so she had to be hard on them. To see Dante's little fusion of distress, regret and irritation was really painful but someone had to discipline them! Eva eyed a scarlet book with a slender indigo ribbon down the middle of the crisp whitish pages on the end table. (If you're wondering why she's halfway through it's because she's been reading it for a long time.) Like a deer in booby trapped forest, she cautiously approached the book, still alert expecting to hear the tiny pitter patter of Vergil's footsteps. Nothing.

'Whoo hoo!'

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Sparda turned over half awake expecting to find an admirable resting woman in his embrace but instead, just some sheets and a pillow.

He was in awe of why the house was so serene and he wanted to know where Lady Eva was. First he had to make himself presentable. When he was done he scanned the corridor for double trouble but there was only the muddle they left behind. He picked up three cars and an action toy and crept into their room. What a captivating sight. Dante was in a strange position on his bed, but nevertheless an adorable one, his mouth gaping wide open as per usual, his body rising up and down at the pace of his heartbeat. Then there was Vergil, neatly tucked into bed, not moved from the position he was in when Sparda put him to bed. He then continued on his way leaving the door ajar so he could check on them later and noticed the fireplace was in use. He descended the stairs carefully, become aware of the fact that he was still undetected; he snuck up behind Eva's settle and cuddled her from behind. Eva returned the gesture as Sparda kissed her on the head.

"Good morning early bird, may I join you?"

"...You may, "She patted the sofa ushering him onto it. "I can't believe it's so quiet! I took this opportunity while it was still at hand!"

"Shhh, you might wake them up,"

"I'm aware that they will be up soon, what do you want to do till then?"

"Well...I was thinking-"

"-Mommy?"

"Eh, there goes our romantic morning out the window,"

"What is it Vergil?"

"I'm hungry and Dante woke me up."

"Well, what do you want?"
"Um...Pancakes would be nice," He smiled while coming downstairs.

"Daddy will make some for you won't you daddy?"

"Me? But I-"
"Go, daddy or I will make you go,"

"Yes...Mommy"

"Vergil can you clean up and wake your brother up please?"
"But you know there's no way I can,"

"Just try sweetie, and resort to screaming if you have to." She enfolded his innocence before allowing him to prolong his quest to awaken his brother.

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"Dante, Dante, Dante, Dante, DANTE DANTEEEE!!!!" Dante had no response to Vergil's yell so he did the first thing that came into his six year old mind. He smacked him. Right across the cheek.

"Ooow! What was that for Verge?"
"Daddy is making his pancakes and Mommy told me to wake you up, so get up and come down"

"With syrup?"

Vergil ignored him and came strait back down.

"Did you manage to wake him up?"
"Yes I did"

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After an ambrosial breakfast had been finished Dante popped a question.

"Can we go out Daddy? Please it's snowing!"
"Erm..."

The two twins pulled their best puppy dog faces to convince them to be allowed to play.

"Okay, but only if you wrap up," Eva finally answered.

"Oh, oh, will you two come???"

"But it's freezing!"
"Yes we will" Sparda laughed at Eva's face of surprise.

A winter up later...

Vergil and Dante sprinted out and began to make a giant snowman, Sparda and Eva just observed in high spirits. Out of the blue a snowball came hurdling towards him.

"Ha-ha, good one Dante!"
"Milady!"

"Look over there!" How gullible was he? As soon as he turned around another ball of frost came his way. "I call this snowball war!" Dante joined in hitting Vergil. Vergil sent one back, but Dante ducked and it hit Eva.

"That's it Vergil you're gonna get it!" She joked making a ball in the snow before being knocked down by Sparda who smirked valiantly.

"Let's get Mommy!"

"No! Get Daddy!"

"Don't try to get out of it mama!" Vergil laughed flinging one at her from behind.

"Waah! That's cold!"

And so the family continued the snowball fight, ignoring anything around them but eachother, the proud parents Eva and Sparda teaching them to throw hard shots and making snowmen and snow angels. Sparda sat on a bench just outside the house and gazed at his family, how proud he was of those two little boys, they belonged to him, they admired him and he would be there to watch them grow into handsome young men. Maybe then they wouldn't be so tiring!

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