A/N: Thank you for the response to the first chapter. The next one is more silly fluff. Enjoy.

2nd December

Henry woke up to the usual sounds of his family getting ready for the day. Downstairs he could hear his mother talking to Georgia as she fed the baby her breakfast. Across the hall he could hear his father singing tunelessly in the shower. It was just like any other day but somehow, something felt different.

He reached out from under his comforter and immediately felt the chill in the air and as he rubbed his sleep filled eyes he became aware that, although it was still dark, it was somewhat brighter than normal. And that only meant one thing…

He jumped from his bed, inadvertently knocking the trio of stuffed animals, which had been selected carefully from his collection the night before, out from the warmth and across the floor. By the time he peeked through the gap in the drapes, all thoughts of the dreams he'd been dreaming were gone, in favour of something even better.

"Snow…" he gasped, a grin spreading across his face.

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In the kitchen JJ paused in her efforts to convince Georgia to eat her banana rather than throw it at Toby. Her attention was occupied by the sound of her eldest child clattering down the stairs and the many possibilities behind his urgency.

"Henry?" she called, as he jumped from the third step up and thudded onto the floor.

"Momma!" he yelled, steadying himself from the impact and continuing through to the kitchen. "It's snowing!" He grabbed the sleeve of her sweater and steered her closer to the window, with surprising strength for such a small boy. "It's snowing!" he repeated, jumping up and down on the spot.

JJ glanced outside at the snowflakes floating past the window. It couldn't have been lying more than an inch thick on the lawn in the yard, but that didn't seem to be dampening Henry's excitement.

"Will school get cancelled?" he asked, his smile expanding as far as JJ had ever seen it go. "Can we go outside and play? Can I have a snowball fight?"

"How about some breakfast first?" she reasoned, wondering how she would break it to the boy that there was barely enough snow to make a snowball, let alone to cause his school to close.

"But I can go outside after I eat?" he asked, his eyes turning wide and pleading, as he jumped up to the table and immediately grabbed a piece of toast from the plate in the centre.

"I think you might have to go to school, buddy," JJ told him, wishing she didn't have to ruin his happiness.

Henry paused for a moment, considering what his mother had told him. He stopped impatiently bouncing his leg up and down and seemed momentarily deflated. But before JJ could assure him there would be other days to play in the snow, the spark in his eyes had reignited.

"Henry, slow down," JJ chastised, as the 7 year old crammed half a slice of toast into his mouth in one go. "You'll choke if you eat like that."

Henry slowed his chewing slightly, more out of necessity than on his mother's advice, but he was in no less of a rush.

"What's goin' on in here?" Will asked, a half-smile already on his lips as he joined his family.

"..t ..'nowin'," Henry mumbled, his mouth still full of toast.

It took Will a moment to interpret his son's words, but when he did, his eyes lit up just as brightly as the boy's, and he too set about demolishing his breakfast as quickly as possible.

JJ shook her head and returned to the battle of Georgia and the banana. She had forgotten that Will made up for his limited experience of snow as a child each time there was so much as a flurry of snowflakes outside.

"Can we go out to play?" Henry asked, turning his attention to Will as he realised where he was most likely to get the response he wanted.

"Course we can," Will responded, grinning at JJ.

"Remember you need to get ready for school," JJ warned, as Henry shot out into the hall in search of his jacket. "And work," she added, when Will did the same.

From the hall came the fighting talk of two snow warriors, heading into battle.

"What are we going to do with those boys?" she asked Georgia, as the final piece of her daughter's breakfast collided with Toby's nose.

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Not more than two minutes later, with light just beginning to break the sky, the shrieks of father and son echoed around the yard. They were having to scrape the top of the walls to gather enough snow to make decent snowballs – giving Will a rather unfair advantage over his child – but that didn't seem to be putting them off.

"I got you!" Henry screamed with delight, as a handful of loose snow sprayed Will's face.

JJ watched from the kitchen door, holding a puzzled and slightly startled Georgia on her hip. She had draped a blanket around herself and her daughter to keep them warm and pulled it tighter as heavier flakes fell around them.

"Nice shot, Henry!" she called, biting her lip in a teasing smile as Will turned towards her, brushing the snow from his hair.

"Ya think?" Will responded, his arm aimed tauntingly in his wife's direction.

"I'm holding your daughter!" JJ immediately protested, preparing to move quickly. "Don't you dare!"

She stepped out into the yard, making a fatal error in her attempt to give herself more room to run. Her eyes never left Will's as he continued to advance towards her, and his grin never slipped.

"Are you usin' a baby as a human shield?" he laughed, as JJ made sure that Georgia was positioned firmly between them.

Unfortunately, she was slowly backing herself into a corner.

"Henry! Help!" JJ pleaded, already anticipating the cold hitting her skin.

Henry raced over to his parents, delighting in an opportunity to make the battle a family affair.

"Toby! Attack!" he commanded, causing them all to be distracted as the large dog rolled uselessly on the lawn, as though making his very own snow angel. To say he had never got the hang of commands further than "sit" was an understatement.

Will took his opportunity while JJ laughed at Toby shake the odd substance from his fur. And the next thing his wife felt was the sharp sting of something cold trickle down her neck.

"Right," she announced when the initial shock wore off. "Henry, take Georgia," she commanded, shedding the blanket and bundling it tightly around Georgia as she passed her into her big brother's waiting arms. With a determined smile and a warning look, she turned towards Will. "And watch Daddy scream like a little girl."

By the time daylight had fully arrived, Georgia was the only member of the family not soaking wet and freezing cold. While all their neighbours' yards remained tucked under soft white blankets, theirs had more footprints and scuff marks than remaining snow. And they had rarely been running so late since Georgia was a newborn. But the impromptu smiles brought on by thoughts of the morning remained, even after all traces of the winter morning had melted away.