So, recently I asked on twitter for people to send me a one word prompt and I would write an either fluffy or angsty oneshot, hopefully getting them down before Christmas.
This is the first, a very happy, fluffy oneshot that's an AUish future fic.
Oh, and the word was: Giggles, from RB_ANON.
(If you want to tweet me a word, its Lazer_Wolfy)
Enjoy!
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Outside, the weather was cold and biting, the kind of cold that sank into your bones and chilled you to your core. The wind was still and the entire backyard a plane of white but for the lumps of patio furniture. The sun had not yet risen; it was the city lights that glistened on white powder.
But inside though. Inside was a sleepy warm, the warm you get when a house is full of happy people and a cheerful fireplace and not enough light to be bright. It felt welcoming and complete.
Two sets of tiny legs padded through the dim hallways, the normal pounding footfalls silenced through excitement. They made their way to the closed door quietly, little hands covering smiling mouths and the older of the two, a girl with light grey eyes and dimples, reached up and pushed open the door. Dropping back on the flats of her feet, her eyes met the glowing chocolate ones of her little brother and they crept inside together.
Andy snuggled deeper into Sam's warm embrace, moving instinctively away from the rush of air that was let in and she fought to slide back into her dreams.
However, she was having no such luck.
Moving in true synchrony, two small bodies hurled themselves over the side of the bed, landing with hands and feet outstretched, right on top of their parents. Cold fingers and quivering shapes scrawled around the lumps in the bed before each settling briefly on one form.
When Sam shot awake, the first thing he heard was the excited giggles coming from the shape on his chest and on Andy's.
"Mommy, Daddy, wake up! It's Christmas!" the children sang, climbing joyfully over their parents in the pre-dawn light.
Sitting slowly and leaning against Sam for warmth (knowing any more sleep was well out of the question now), Andy wrapped her arms around Matty before he could scamper away and pulled him close, as Sam did with Amelia, who was more than happy to curl up in her father's arms. Matt, on the other hand, squirmed and fussed, anxious to get Sam and Andy out of bed and downstairs to see what Santa had brought him.
"It's Christmas, ge'up, ge'up!" he whined, pouting cutely when Andy refused to release him.
Lifting her gaze from her son, Andy met Sam's laughing, though sleep filled, gaze with her own. "Well then, I guess Mommy and Daddy will have to get up." Lowering her head to rub her nose against Matt's, Andy smiled at both her children.
"Yay!" Matt cheered, throwing his still soft arms around Andy's neck. Amelia grinned happily and wiggled out of Sam's arms to crawl to her mother. With a glowing smile, Sam rose from the bed and stood at the doorway, fighting laughter as the children swarmed their mom.
"Come here monkeys. Let's go see what Santa brought you," Sam called, amusement covering his face as both shot from the bed like bullets to crowd around his legs.
But he waited until his wife slid from bed as well, tucked her feet into the well-worn panda slippers he had given her years before, and joined them.
Lacing his fingers with hers, he pressed a kiss to her temple as they followed their son and daughter down the stairs.
She squeezed his hand in response, all the words they never had to say out loud shinning from her eyes.