combining two prompts into one hehe

(also, i'm sorry that this is short and probably rushed. i'm visiting my sister for thanksgiving and i've been packing a lot and wrapping up a bunch of stuff)

"Happy birthday!"

Garten cracked one eye open and stared up at his younger brother. "Let me sleep," he grumbled, throwing a pillow at Whittle with his eyes half-closed. "I don't want to…" he muttered.

"Oh, come on," Wilfred poked him. "Stop being so moody."

"Let me sleep," Garten repeated. "I'm too tired for this."

"It's your birthday," Whittle insisted, ripping the covers away from Garten's grip. "You're 18 now. Stop being such a grouch."

"Go die," Garten grumbled, hitting the floor with a thud and pushing himself upright. "If I'm 18, that means I can boss you around. Leave me alone."

"Nope," Wilfred said cheerfully. "Come on, it may be your birthday, but we still have jobs to do."

Garten scowled, picking up a pillow and half-heartedly tossing it at Wilfred. "Yeah…" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes," he said with a yawn. "You can go ahead if you want."

A few minutes later, the three brothers were out on the icy road, Wilfred commenting that it looked like snow. They had been getting just frost for the past few weeks, and nearly everyone was holding their breath and waiting for the first winter snow. First Warren winters were not to be missed - the festivities of Yule, the fireplaces, the feasts and traditions and dances…it added to the whole atmosphere.

"Ah, there you are!" Jupiter was in the courtyard, accompanied by his wife, Lady Glen. They had been married for nearly two years now, and Glen was expecting their first child to arrive very soon. "You took a while," he teased Garten, who simply hugged his jacket closer and scowled at his friend, his breath coming out in silvery puffs of air.

"Garten's really tired, according to him," Wilfred said.

"Oh, happy birthday, by the way," Jupiter added, forestalling Wilfred's next teasing jab.

"Well, since you two idiots decided to drag me into stargazing, obviously I'm exhausted," Garten sighed. He glanced up at the sky, noticing a few white crystals coming down. "Is it snowing?"

"Hey, your birthday gets the first snow!" Glen smiled, glancing up once the group had confirmed it was, indeed, snowing.

"Huh, yeah." Garten blinked some snow out of his eyes, watching as the courtyard slowly began to turn white as the snowfall became heavier. The wind picked up a little, biting and cold.

"We should probably head back inside," Jupiter said, Glen leaning on his arm. "Glen, are you alright?"

The Longtreader brothers' heads turned to see Glen biting back a groan of pain. "I think the baby's coming," she managed, just as they entered the warm palace.

Garten muttered an oath under his breath. "I'll get the doctor," he said.

Well...this wasn't exactly what he had expected.

winslow is a winter baby :) (and shares the same birthday as garten lol)