Snowball Fight
Beca let out a shriek as snow hit her back, slamming her driver's side door and spinning around. She found herself facing her husband, grinning cheerily and patting a lump of snow between his hands.
"Hey Bec!" he said cheerfully, tossing the snowball back and forth. "How was work?"
"Oh you're on", she almost snapped, bending down and scooping up her own chunk of snow. Patting it between her hands, she hurled it at Jesse, missing him by a mile and making him laugh. "Just how long have you been waiting there, Swanson?"
"Long enough", he retorted, as another ball of snow sailed through the air, missing Beca by half an inch.
(He wasn't about to admit to his wife that he'd been hiding behind the garbage bin for the last three hours. His butt was just about frozen solid, and he couldn't feel his toes, but he wasn't going to admit that to him.)
"Hey!" she squawked. She knelt down, patting a chunk of snow between her hands. "You are THE WORST!"
He had been planning that ambush for weeks, and she knew it. Every morning he'd stick his head out the bedroom window and assess the snowfall, jabbering on about how he couldn't wait to build a snowman and make snow angels (Beca had been making pancakes that morning while he made his daily speech and she rolled her eyes so hard they almost fell out of her head. "You are five years old").
"you are such a child!" she continued, patting the snow between her hands. "you have probably been sitting there since I left for work this morning- do you even GO to work?" and with that comment, she hurled the snow at him, smacking him straight in the chest.
"You've been working on your aim!" he hollered back proudly, scooping an armful of snow from the ground.
Beca's eyes widened as he advanced towards her, dumping the snow down her front. She screeched, leaping onto Jesse's back and using the arm she wasn't clinging to his neck with to fish the snow from her coat and squash it down his shirt.
"You're such mature adults". A voice broke through their argument and Jesse stopped flinging Beca around long enough to notice Aubrey standing at their letterbox.
"What do you want, Posen?" Beca said breathlessly, climbing off her husband's back.
"Well I was going to give you your official Christmas party invite, but its clear I've interrupted something". Aubrey shrugged and Jesse accepted the envelope, tucking it into his coat pocket. "As you were".
"You're such a jerk!" Beca exploded, flinging a handful of snow at him, and Jesse laughed, flicking the white flakes at her in return.