For the first time in 5 years, Maggie woke up to silence. It startled her, causing her to shoot out of bed. A quick glance into the crib across from her bed showed her it was empty. She turned around and noticed her husband was absent from bed. This confused her, because Glenn always waited for her to wake up. Every morning he would gently kiss her awake and then they would cuddle (sometimes they would get a quickie in, if they woke early enough) and wait for their boys to come racing into their room. Then they would head downstairs as a family to start their day.

She grabs one of Glenn's hoodies and throws it on before venturing into the hallway. She stuck her head into the boy's bedroom (the room used to be carl's before he moved up into the finished attic) and saw both beds were unmade and empty. She heads downstairs into the kitchen and finds her family eating breakfast, but her husband and children are absent.

"Morning." She is greeted with a round of good mornings from everyone. As she takes a seat, she notices her youngest son cradled in his namesake's arms.

At just 6 weeks old, little Ricky was probably the sweetest thing she had ever met. He was so content to just be held and loved on. It didn't matter who held him. He would squeal and squeak with happiness whenever someone picked him up and loved on him.

She takes her youngest from Rick's arms and takes a seat at the table. As she begins to nurse him, she asks, "Where are the boys and Glenn at?"

As she spoke, the front door opened and the sound of little feet start charging towards her. She braces for impact. Two little bodies latch on to her and both begin to talk over the other.

"Mama! Mama! It's the first snow! Daddy took us out to play in it before breakfast"

"Mama, I made a snow angel, all by myself!"

She looks down at both her boys. Almost identical to each other, save for their eye color and height difference, her children are miniature versions of her husband.

5-Year-old Hershel, her first and only child to inherit her eye color, talks a mile a minute about the first snow outside and how it's almost time for christmas. Her oldest boy is the perfect mix of her and Glenn. He is a loving, kind big brother and he has a fierce protectiveness over his little brothers. He takes his role as big brother seriously, and watches over his siblings and protects them. He dubbed himself as "Daddy's Helper" and often accompanies Glenn on his perimeter checks and watch shifts.

Meanwhile, her middle son gabs away about his snow angel. While 4-year-old Benjamin (named after Glenn's father) looks like a clone of his father, his personality takes after her. Independent, stubborn and (although she begrudgingly admits it comes from her) bossy. He refuses all types of help. His first sentence of "No I do it!" has become a running joke in their family, with everyone often quoting it whenever they are doing something. Just last week they all got a laugh when Daryl went to go on a hunt. When Abe offered to go with him, all he said was "No I do it!" before walking out the door.

"Boys, settle down. Mama can't hear you when you're both talking over each other." Glenn says. He grabs a boy in each arm and sits them in their seats. He quickly removes their winter coats and his own, tosses them by the door and then takes a seat next to her.

"Hi" He leans over and kisses her cheek, careful not to disturb the baby in her arms.

"Hi." She says, "You didn't wake me this morning."

"Nah, I figured you could use your sleep after being up all night with this one." He runs his hand over the baby's hair.

"I took the boys out to let them run off some of their energy so they wouldn't disturb you. And Ricky was already up, so I just brought him downstairs."

She smiles, then leans over and places a kiss on his lips.

"I love you."

"Ewww! Mama, that's gross." A little voice to her left says.

"Oh yeah, Benny. Is it gross when I do this?" She leans down and places kisses all over Benjamin's face. He giggles and pushes her away.

"Mama, stop!"

"Only if you have a kiss for me." Her little boy giggles and then kneels up to give her a kiss.

After breakfast, she looks at the schedule on the door to see what her duties are for the day. Most days she tends to the green house, does inventory of the weapons and then spends the afternoon with the children. Three times a week her, Michonne and Carol give a weapons lesson to the children, teaching them how to respect weapons and do basic things like hold a knife.

She smiles as she skims the schedule. Ever since Hershel learned to read, Michonne has been placing him on the schedule too. His name is always right under Glenn's and his tasks involve things like "perimeter check with Daddy", "Green House with Mommy" and even on occasion, "Arrow Making with Uncle Daryl".

Today, Glenn is going out on a run with Daryl, Rick, Michonne and Rosita, so she will have all three boys. She likes having them with her. She puts them to work pulling weeds and watering the garden. Her daddy had her out in the fields when she was their age. She wants her boys to learn the value of a hard day's work.

After their family's morning meeting, Glenn gets ready to head out. He scoops his boys up in his arms, "You two behave for mommy. Do as you're told. I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you." He places kisses on both their faces, then swings them over his shoulders. He lets them slide down his back until he is just holding on to their ankles. They laugh hysterically and she smiles at their joy. After Glenn places them safely on the ground, he gives her and the baby a goodbye kiss.

She gives him one last kiss, "You got this. You always do."

He pecks her lips again, "Always."

The day passes quickly. She takes her boys out to the green house, where they collect the vegetables and water the plants. Benny somehow manages to get dirt all over himself, while Hershel meticulously inspects each and every vegetable. Ricky, meanwhile, snoozes in the wrap she has him in, strapped to her chest. After that, they drop the veggies off to Olivia then head back to the house to meet Eugene. He drops off all the ammo he has made and leaves her to sort through it all. Hershel gathers the ammo in groups of 5 for her with his newly learned counting skills, and she tallies and packages the ammo. Benny, meanwhile, plays with his blocks, creating tall towers and then destroying them. After lunch, Carol takes the older boys and Judith into the garage for their weapons lesson. Maggie and Tara spend the afternoon together with baby Ricky, trying to get him to smile and giggle.

"God, all your kids look like Glenn." Tara says as she coos at the baby.

"I know. I swear if I didn't birth them myself, I would question if they were actually mine." She laughs.

"You popping out any more?"

"Hell no." They both start laughing.

"Isn't that what you said after Benny was born?"

"Yup. I also said that when Hershel was born too. You can see how well that works out." Maggie laughs. Ricky looks up at his mother and smiles.

"Look! He's smiling!"

At dinner, Benny earns a time out for throwing his food, which turns into an hour-long temper tantrum that causes her family to quickly scatter. Eventually, it's Hershel who manages to calm his brother down and convince him to take his punishment. Benny sits through his time out, and then Maggie takes him into the living room and makes him apologize to his family for his behavior.

After that, Maggie feeds the baby and then puts him to bed in his crib. She shoves the baby monitor into her hoodie pocket and drags both boys into the bathroom for their bath. She smiles as they splash around in the water.

"Mama, look. My fingers are all wrinkly." Hershel says as he shoves his hands in her face. She grabs them and pretends to nibble on them. Hershel shrieks, "No! You're not a shark!"

"I'm the mama shark, and I'm hungry!" She jokes. Her boys shriek with laughter as she pretends to grab them.

When their bath is finished, she dries them off and puts them in their pajamas.

"Mama, can we sleep in the big bed? Just until daddy gets home?" Her and Glenn rarely let the boys sleep in their bed. They usually have strict rules about it, wanting the boys to be comfortable in their own bedroom. But it's awfully cold tonight, and she hates the thought of falling asleep without Glenn by her side, so she relents. Hershel grabs his elephant and Benny grabs his duck and then they each grab one of her hands.

"You have to be quiet, the baby is sleeping, okay?" Her boys nod, and then tip toe into her room. She tucks them in to Glenn's side of the bed, places a kiss on each other foreheads and tucks them in. She leaves the door open a crack and then heads downstairs. She collapses on the couch next to Carol and Tara.

"I thought that after Benny, a 3rd baby wouldn't make that much difference. I was so wrong. I've never been this tired before."

"Well, make Glenn pull out next time." She grabs the pillow she is leaning on and smacks Tara in the face with it.

"Shut up." She laughs. Her family all make small talk with one another, catching up on their day. After an hour, headlights pull up.

"They're home" She straightens up and turns to face the door, but her smile fades when they walk inside. Rick, Michonne, Rosita, Daryl and Glenn are all covered in blood. Their faces are morbid. She rushes to Glenn.

"What happened? Are you okay?" She grabs his face in her hands and begins to inspect him.

"We're okay. We got overrun. We barely made it back." She grabs his hand. He strokes her cheek and lets out a sigh. There are tears in his eyes.

"What happened?"

Rick sits down at the table and speaks, "We found a man. We talked to him for a bit, and he seemed okay, so we asked him to come back with us. He told us he had to get his family. That he couldn't leave without them. Asked us to come with him. We ended up at this old log cabin. When we went inside he shut the door behind us and locked it. His family was there, but they were all walkers. He had them chained up. There were bones everywhere. He got his hands on Rosita and tried to feed her to his wife. We killed the walkers and he started screaming about how we murdered his family. When we finally got outside, there was a huge herd. We had to fight our way through it. We eventually got to the car and were able to escape. But we almost didn't make it."

She looks up at her husband. Glenn is staring at the ground, "His son was there too. Couldn't have been older than Hershel."

She grabs her husband's hand and leads him upstairs to the bathroom. She helps him remove his soiled clothes and guides him into the shower. She joins him. She begins to scrub the blood from his skin.

"All I can think of is, that could be me…if I lost you and the boys. That man, he wasn't evil or, or bad. He was just broken. He lost everything and it drove him insane. That could be me." He pulls her close to him and buries his face in her neck. The water beats down on them.

"Hey, I'm right here. The boys are right here, asleep in our bed. We're not going anywhere." She grabs his chin.

"I'm right here." He nods, then grabs her head in his hands and begins to kiss her.

"Isn't Ricky six weeks old?" He murmurs against her lips. She nods and wraps her arms around his neck.

"Denise said we had to wait 6 weeks." He pulls away and looks at her, question in his eyes.

"Fine." She rolls her eyes. He grins, then backs her up against the shower wall and deepens their kiss.

After they finish, they sneak out of the bathroom. Rosita sits on the floor of the hallway, towel flung over her shoulder.

"About time." She says as she pushes past them into the bathroom.

In their bedroom, the quietly change into pajamas.

"Help me move the boys back to their room." She whispers as she bends down to lift Benny off the bed.

"No," Glenn rubs his hand on her back, "Let them stay, just for tonight. I know we agreed not to let them sleep here, but please. Just tonight."

She nods. Glenn gives a sigh of relief and quietly walks over to the crib. He places a kiss on Ricky's head and slips into bed behind Benny. She quickly checks on the baby as well, and then gets into bed. She wraps her arm around Hershel and gives him and Benny a kiss. Hershel peeks one eye open.

"Daddy?"

"I'm home, buddy. Go back to sleep."

As Hershel falls back to sleep, Glenn gathers both boys and her in his arms. She reaches over and begins to stroke his hair. She smiles. In sleep, her sons are exact replicas of their father. She observes their features in the moonlight, waiting for sleep to take over her too.

Snow begins to fall heavily as her four boys, her wonderful, wonderful boys, escape into their dreams. She's so grateful to have them in her life. She drifts off to sleep, taking comfort in her boys being so close to her. She knows they'll be crazy tomorrow, bouncing off the walls because of all the snow. So for now, she enjoys the peace and quiet that their slumber brings.