Inigo shivered in the cold, widening his eyes at his wife. "How can you stand the weather?"
Robin smiled and answered, "I love the snow! It's never snowed in Ylisse though, and Marc is having fun." Their toddler waddled around in his snow pants playing with the other kids. He had taken a particular liking to little Cynthia and Owain, chasing the two around as the three of them pretended to be heroes.
"B-but it's cold," he moaned, hugging himself to get warmer. Snowflakes fell into his hair, melting as soon as they hit it.
"You're such a baby sometimes you know that?" Robin smirked and molded some of the snow into a ball. She chucked it at him, and it landed on his arm.
"Robin!" he yelled before creating his own snowball and throwing it in her direction. Soon, everyone joined in lobbing balls of snow at each other. Teams formed, with the end result of Robin's team winning.
She stepped through the snow making her way to Inigo so she could gloat. "How does it feel to lose to your wife?"
He shrugged, smiling, and responded, "Well you are the tactician, Robin. It would be embarrassing for someone else to have the upper hand."
Her eyebrows knitted in confusion. "What do you mean have the upper hand?"
"I mean like this," He said smirking, before pinning her to the ground. He kissed her lightly, and Robin's cheeks weren't red because of the cold.
"Ewwww!" Marc shrieked before covering his eyes. The other children did the same, and Inigo blushed with embarrassment.
Robin raised an eyebrow and giggled, "Inigo, we're in public, contain yourself."
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