The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #15
Pen Name: amandac3
Pairing/Character(s): Bella/Edward/Emmett
Rating: T
Word Count: 490
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~Snow Day~
I laugh as I watch Edward and Emmett, through the kitchen window, playing in the snow. One of my favorite things to do is stand here and do the dishes while watching my husband play outside with our son. Well, actually, I hate doing the dishes, but watching them makes it less horrible. They are building a snowman. I smile as Edward lifts Emmett up so that he can give their snowman a face using rocks and sticks, complete with pine needles for eyebrows.
"Mooooooom!" Emmett yells.
I look up from the sink and smile as Emmett, who can barely walk in his extra-puffy snowsuit, waddles over to the window.
"What, baby?" I yell back, loud enough that he can hear me through the glass.
"I need my pool hat!"
"What for?" I question.
"Really, mom? Really? Frosty needs a hat so that his scallop doesn't get sunburnded," he tells me.
I laugh. I don't have the heart to correct him. He already speaks so much like an adult that I actually enjoy when he makes these cute little mistakes. I pull the rubber gloves off my hands and walk to the hall closet, pulling his bright blue bucket hat from the hook on the back of the door.
He's standing at the front door when I open it, cheeks, chin and nose flushed from the crisp, cold air outside. There is also a small line of snot frozen to his upper lip. I hand him the hat and he runs as fast as his little legs will take him back to where Edward is standing. He blows me a kiss and I smile at him, his cheeks, chin, and nose also red from the cold. There is no snot on his lip though.
I start back on the dishes when I'm startled out of my thoughts by a snow ball hitting the window. Emmett is on the ground making a snow angel and Edward is looking at me, doing something. Charades, maybe. He's rubbing his hands together and then pretending that he's holding something, a cup maybe. He brings his hands up to his mouth as if he is taking a drink. Then he closes his eyes and smiles a satisfied smile while rubbing his belly. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. He rolls his eyes and does the same motions again, slower this time, as if that will make a difference. Once again, not having any clue what he's getting on about, I just shrug. He drops his hands and looks to the sky, shaking his head.
"Babe! Hot Chocolate!" he yells.
Oh. I give him the thumbs up, letting him know I got it.
"With lots of marshmallows!" he smiles with boyish excitement.
I grin as I pull the mugs out of the cupboard. There is nothing better than sipping a cup of hot chocolate on a snowy day. With lots of marshmallows.
A/N: Thank you for reading and reviewing. And special thanks to LovinRob for the beta duties.