Day 1
Snowball Fight
"Ali, will you slow down already?" came from the brunette, walking as fast as her 6 inch high heels would let her after her girlfriend.
"I don't plan on it," Ali said, her arms crossed as she walked swiftly towards their car and away from Emily.
"I just don't understand why you're so angry! It's not even that big of a deal," Emily said. Wishing that one, her girlfriend would just slow the hell down, and two, that she hadn't worn these stupid boots.
"Are you seriously asking me that right now?!" Ali asked, turning quickly around to give Emily one of her infamous cold shoulder looks that still sends shivers down Emily's back.
"Well, yeah because I'm not a mind reader, Alison! I know you very well but I can't always know exactly what you're thinking."
"Well, you've made it very clear that you don't exactly care about what I think anyway so what does it even matter?" Alison said, trying fiercely to bat the tears from her eyes.
"That is not fair!" Emily said, getting progressively more frustrated with every passing word, "I wasn't trying to make you upset, you know that!"
"Please explain to me how you thinking bringing our girls for their pictures with Santa and not telling me wouldn't make me upset?"
"I'm sorry, Alison! I wanted to surprise you with them, I thought you'd like it. And maybe that was my mistake, but I am sorry. I've apologized a million times already, how many more times do I have to say it?" Emily asked, not knowing what else she was supposed to do.
"Until I believe you," Alison said, still not facing Emily.
"God, why are you being such a brat right now?"
Emily stopped in her tracks, tired of chasing after Alison. She tried to catch her breath and stop her legs from aching.
"Did you really just call me a brat?" Alison said, and Emily could hear the anger dripping from Alison's voice.
"I did!" Emily said back, "What are you going to do about it?"
Just as she turned back around she felt something cold and wet launch against her stomach, and the sound of laughter coming from the other side of the parking lot.
"Did you just throw a snowball at me?" Emily asked, trying her hardest not to crack a smile.
"I did! What are you gonna do about it?" Ali asked, her voice dripping with her signature Ali D attitude and repeating Emily word for word.
Emily quickly bent over and picked up a handful of snow, carefully pounding it into her hands.
"Emily!" Ali started, "Don't do it!"
Emily smirked and quickly threw the snowball, landing right on Alison's arm.
The two quickly started making and throwing snowballs at each other, all the while yelling and trying to get the other to stop.
"Emily Catherine! Stop it!" Alison yelled, trying her hardest to duck from Emily's throws.
"You started it, Alison Lauren!"
Alison swiftly threw one more snowball, but this time, it hit Emily square in the face. Emily's hands quickly flew to her nose.
"Oh my god," Alison's face fell, and she ran to Emily and grabbed her face in her hands, trying to see if she was bleeding or bruising anywhere.
"I'm okay," Emily said, her arms instinctively wrapping around Alison's waist.
"Baby," Alison said, tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry. For this, for everything, I'm being so stupid. And I ruined our nice dinner that we were supposed to have which was our first time out in months with this stupid stuff and-"
Alison was talking so fast her face was turning blue, Emily pulled her closer and felt her start to relax against her.
"Babe, stop. It's all my fault, I should have thought more about it and taken you more into consideration. How could I honestly think that that wouldn't hurt you? And I am so so sorry that I did," Emily said, tears starting to stream down her cheeks.
"You weren't trying to hurt me, I know that. You tried to do something nice for me. I'm sorry that I ruined it," Alison said, pressing her forehead to Emily's.
"I just know how stressed you've been and how much you've had going on. So this was one less thing that I didn't want you to worry about. I should have thought about you wanting to be there, and you're their mom. You should have been there. I'm so sorry, babe."
"I'm sorry, too."
"I love you," Emily said, moving to wipe the tears from Alison's cheeks.
"I love you more," Alison said, planting a sweet kiss to Emily's lips.
Emily took Alison's had in hers and they walked back to their car.
"I can't believe we just had a full on snowball fight in the parking lot of one of the nicest restaurants in the city."
Alison let out a laugh, "We should do it more often."
