Beca rushes downstairs on Wednesday morning.

"Hi Mama." She is greeted by her youngest daughter.

"Hi Mags."

She looks around the kitchen for her keys. She grabs a coffee, an apple and slings her bag over her shoulder. She leans over the counter and kisses Chloe, who has been watching her with amusement.

"Bye baby, I'll see you tonight."

She walks toward the door.

"Uh, Bec, have you looked outside?"

"No," She says as she opens the door to over a foot of snow, "oh."

"Yeah, I don't think you're going to work today."

"Mama, we don't have school today." Maggie says, through a mouthful of waffle.

Beca puts her stuff down on the counter and sighs. Her hand moves to her hand and pulls at the roots.

"I had a lot to get down today."

"Can't you push it a day? Have a snow day like when you were a kid?"

"I didn't get a lot of those."

During her childhood in Seattle, there were only a handful of times that it snowed; most of which were light dustings that didn't get her out of school.

"Well then have one now with us."

Chloe's smile is bright but her eyes are tired. Of course, as a teacher, she would never pass up a snow day.

"I had deadlines, Chlo."

"There's always a deadline, or a meeting, or a whatever. It's just one day."

Charlie, their middle child, walks out of her bedroom into the kitchen. She stifles a yawn and rubs her eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Snow day!" Maggie yells, always the bearer of good news.

"Really?"

Charlie is suddenly very awake. No school means the three girls are cooped up in the house all day and by tonight they will be at each other's throats. But right now, Lennon is still sleeping, and the other two are happily eating their breakfast. Beca disappears and comes back a minute later in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, her hair pulled into a ponytail. Chloe smiles as she puts a plate in front of her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Beca works for a while at the counter. CHarlie and Chloe work on their latest jigsaw conquest at the table. Maggie sits next to Beca drawing. Every once in a while she can feel Maggie's fingers playing with her ponytail and she smiles; it's such a Chloe thing to do.

Lennon sleeps until around 12:30 and no one wakes her. She rolls over in her bed and looks at her clock.

"Oh my God. I'm late."

She rushes around the room throwing on clothes and grabbing her backpack. She runs out into the kitchen and grabs an apple. She sticks it in her mouth while she puts her hair into a ponytail.

"Should we say something?" Chloe whispers to Beca, from their spot in the living room.

"Nope, let's see this play out." Beca says.

Lennon is about to turn around down the hall to see where everyone is but she catches her mother's red hair in the corner of her eye. She looks up with a pinched look on her face.

"What's going on?"

"Snow day!" Maggie yells, the novelty clearly hasn't worn off.

"Cool."

Lennon drops her bag and walks into the living room. She plops down on the couch next to Beca. She lays her head on her lap, her hair splaying out over her thighs.

"Make yourself comfortable."

Chloe drapes a blanket over Lennon as she cuddles deeper into Beca. Maggie and Charlie are sitting at their art table in the corner drawing. lennon's eyes droop closed almost immediately when Beca's hand starts to gently scratch her scalp.

"Are you hungry, baby? You missed lunch." Chloe asks.

"No."

Chloe gets up and makes food for her anyway which she eats, only after being forced to sit up.

"Mama, can we go make a snowman?" Maggie asks, her little features glowing at the prospect of going outside.

"It's still snowing pretty hairs, Angel. Why don't we wait a little while longer. I promise we will."

Her tiny shoulders slump but she isn't down for long. Charlie pulls her into their bedroom and they come back with armfuls of blankets and pillows.

"Len, we're making a fort, come on." Charlie says.

Lennon looks like she's about to protest but she puts her fork down, jumps off the couch and out of the room. She comes back with the blankets and pillows from her own room.

"Is this enough?" She asks.

"Mama, can we use your blankets?"

Beca is fully invested in something on her laptop so she just nods. The two little ones run to their moms' bedroom and come back, struggling a little with the king sized comforter. They spend the better part of an hour making the fort; climbing on furniture, moving chairs, until they deem it acceptable. They've kicked Beca out of the room, which she gladly allowed so she could get some work done in the quiet of the kitchen. Chloe is cleaning, listening to their giggles and their squeals.

They put their pillows and their smaller blankets inside. Lennon even finds an old camping lantern to put inside. Along with Maggie's over abundance of stuffed animals.

"Mommy, Mama, come look what we did." Maggie calls down the hallway.

"That's almost never a good thing." Beca groans.

They walk into the living room which has been completely transformed into a giant fort. The girls' little faces are peeking out at them from different spots. Chloe giggles while she takes pictures and Beca smiles, tapping Maggie's nose with her finger.

"Are me and mommy allowed in there?"

"Yeah." Maggie says, she looks like she's going to explode from excitement.

Beca and Chloe crawl inside and are more than a little impressed.

"Looks like we're raising little engineers." Chloe says, Maggie climbs into her lap, "you know what I think?"

"What?" Charlie asks.

"I think this fort is perfect for hot cocoa and movies."

"Yes!" Charlie and Lennon say at the same time.

"Mama, you help pick the movie," Chloe says, "and I'll go make the hot cocoa."

Maggie switches from Chloe's lap to Beca's. The girls deliberate, following the rule that everyone has to agree on the movie and it has to be a suitable rating for the youngest person watching. Chloe makes the hot cocoa; chocolate milk for Maggie because she doesn't like anything too hot. She brings it back in on a try where the girls have decided on The Polar Express; mostly because of the hot chocolate scene but Christmas is coming so Beca thought it a reasonable choice.

They all drink their drinks quickly and cuddle in together to watch it. Maggie is asleep before the little boy even gets on the train and Beca soon follows. Chloe looks over and brushes the hair from Beca's face; she's pretty sure she could watch them for just as long, and with more interest, than the movie playing in front of her. Lennon, Charlie, and Chloe watch the rest of the movie and as soon as it's over Chloe sits up, her back stiff from laying on the floor for so long.

"What wants to help me make dinner?"

"I will, mommy." Charlie offers.

"Thanks bug, let's go."

Lennon disappears into her room for a little while. Beca and Maggie stay asleep in the warmth of the fort. Charlie and Chloe move around each other in the kitchen. Charlie always loves helping Chloe cook, and she's pretty good at it too.

"Mommy, are we going to have school tomorrow?"

"I don't know. It depends on how long this storm lasts."

Charlie looks a little sad.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't want today to be over. We never spend time all of us together anymore."

Chloe bites her lower lip, she tosses the dish towel down onto the counter and picks Charlie up to sit her on the island.

"I know what you mean. We've all been pretty busy lately."

"Especially Mama."

Beca has been working nearly round the clock to get her newest album out. It's meant late nights at the studio, video conferences during bedtime, and missing soccer games and dance classes. She hates it and so do the girls.

"I know. But pretty soon Mama will be back to her old schedule and we'll be seeing her a lot more."

"You promise?"

"Absolutely. Why don't you go wake Mama and Maggie?"

Charlie jumps down and starts out of the room but Chloe grabs her wrist.

"Nicely."

Charlie smirks and goes into the living room. She crawls into the fort, up to Beca.

"Mama," she whispers, "Mama, wake up."

Beca's eyes open groggily. She could sleep for another twelve hours. Charlie is incredibly close to her face, looking at her with her deep blue eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"It's dinner time. Mommy made chicken."

"Okay."

Beca's eyes droop a little but she rubs them, and sits up, careful not to jostle Maggie too much.

"Mags, wake up, it's time to eat."

Maggie's eyes open and she looks right into Beca's. She looks so much like Chloe when she wakes up, her eyes a little foggy, her hair ruffled. They all climb out of the fort, Beca fights the chill that runs down her spine when she is exposed to the much cooler air of the rest of the house.

"It smells delicious, baby."

Beca kisses her cheek and helps to dish up the food for the girls.

"Attention all offspring," She speaks loudly, "hands washed and in your chair or you will be starved."

"Bec," Chloe warns.

The girls go into the bathroom, wash their hands and come back to take their usual seats; Maggie next to Chloe, Charlie and Lennon across from them and Beca on the end.

"Well, I would ask how everyone's day was but I already know." Chloe says.

She's never happier than when she gets her whole family together. She knows there are only a few more years before all of them are in activities and busy with friends so she makes sure to remember how it feels; right now in this moment.

The girls are all asleep. The snow is still falling heavily. Beca is standing in front of the large window in their living room, watching the flakes in the streetlight. Chloe walks up behind her and wraps her arms around her waist.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

She can feel that every muscle in Beca's back and arms are stiff. Her jaw is clenched and her shoulders are up toward her ears.

"I hope this snow stops. I have so much to get done tomorrow."

"Bec, you've been working your ass off. I think one day off is okay."

"I know, it's just, there's been a lot of pressure on me and it needs to be perfect."

Chloe turns her to look into her eyes.

"And it will be. You know how I know that?"

"How?"

"Because you're passionate about this project. I saw it the second you told me about it and i've seen it every day since you started."

"That doesn't mean it's automatically going to be good. G is definitely one of the most difficult artists I've ever worked with."

Chloe leads her to the couch. She massages her shoulders and kisses her neck.

"I'm going to hit you with some Mom knowledge. Are you ready for this?"

Beca scoffs and nods her head; allowing her shoulders to loosen.

"All you can do is your best."

Beca turns around and gives her an incredulous look.

"I know. Mind blown, right?"

Beca laughs and kisses her wife. She pushes her back until they're lying down and kisses her more deeply. She kisses down her neck and across her clavicle. Her hand is sneaking up under her shirt but stops when she hears a small voice.

"Mama?"

Beca sits up and clears her throat, fighting the blush that wants to cover her cheeks.

"Mags, what are you doing up?"

"You promised we could make a snowman."

Beca looks at Chloe. She should tell her to go back to sleep, that they'll do it tomorrow, but the look on her face makes it impossible to fight the guilt in her gut. Beca hops up off the couch. She kneels down in front of Maggie.

"You know what? You're right. Go wake up your sisters and tell them to put on their snow clothes."

Maggie's face breaks into a huge smile. She runs out of the room as if Beca is going to change her mind if she stands there too long.

"What are you doing?" Chloe asks.

"We're building a snowman."

The girls are in the kitchen, bundled up, ten minutes later. Lennon looks grumpy, Charlie is still in a sleepy haze and Maggie is bouncing up and down like she's going to explode. Beca and Chloe are wrapped in scarves, coats, and have their snow boots on.

"Alright ladies, the mission, should you choose to accept it, is to make the best snowman ever. I don't mean just an okay snowman, I mean the most well-sculpted, expertly crafted, snowman the world has ever seen. Do you accept?"

"Yes." They answer in varying degrees of excitement.

They follow Beca and Chloe outside. Once they see how high the snow piles are and they realize they're being allowed to stay up past their bedtimes to play, they squeal and run around and throw snowballs. Beca seems to have more fun than the girls do. Chloe pulls her toward her by her jacket and kisses her. Beca pulls away just enough so their noses are still touching.

"What was that for?"

Chloe shrugs, "I just want you to know how amazing you are. You're the only one that can make them smile like this."

Once they're back inside, the girls change into new pajamas and cuddle up in their beds, falling asleep immediately. Beca and Chloe toss the wet clothes into the dryer and climb into their bed. It's quiet and dark, peaceful. Chloe's voice comes through the darkness, sending a sense of calm over Beca.

"Today was a good day."

"Today was a great day."