I do not own Pepe or Penelope
I do own Pheffe (I have too many short stuff, but this one has been in my head for months! Finally decided to get it down in writing!) This is set in the morning of Pepe and Penelope's first wedding anniversary, read it to understand. Pepe took Pheffe out, so this is what they did.)
Snow Among Her Hair
"Here we go Sweetie," said Pepe lifting Pheffe up on her tiny feet to put her warmest coat. Pheffe looked nervous at him; she somehow noticed that there was something different about him. His voice: even if Pepe was keeping his vow to stay in a dialect and accent like Penelope until she spoke in French.
"Daddy's just playing with Mommy Pheffe," he said and kissed her little head. "Mommy's tired this morning, so I'm taking you out for a while. We'll get her some flowers!"
Pepe folded out her stroller and quietly left the house. Snow had fallen late at night covering Paris. With the city clothed in white, it looked like Paris was having a wedding. Pheffe's eyes were wide taking in the new sight of the snow. Pepe pushed her along the slightly damp streets as the grey sky rolled overhead. It actually seemed dramatic and beautiful to him. Grey skies for storms or rain always fascinated him, it showed a emotional side of the deep blue sky which always was shaped like a dome to his eyes.
He brought Pheffe to the park where the tiny hills were caked in thick snow and children ran on sleds down them. He took Pheffe out to make sure she was warm. Her coat, snow pants, boots, mittens and hat kept her snuggled in warmth as if she was swaddled in a blanket.
"The snow's pretty isn't?" he asked her. Pheffe, of course, did not answer, being a baby and all. "I used to hate it that my birthday was in winter because it would feel dreary, but I love it now."
Pheffe reached her hand up to see a snowflake fall. It fell lightly on her bangs which poked out under of her hat. Another fell onto her bangs. Pepe got off the bench and sat down in the snow. As cold and wet it was he loved the feel of snow. It was like water that had a shape. Pheffe's feet stepped the best they could in the snow. It crunched under her feet. Pepe sat on his heels and grasped onto her hands to keep her balance. Pheffe stepped again. She had taken a first step a week ago, but she took another step and then another. Finally Pepe let go of her hands and let her stand there. Pheffe stood still and looked around. She stepped out and did it again. She took more steps and walked out.
"Good girl!" said Pepe who was proud to see her walking. "My daughter's walking! Pheffe look at you!"
Pheffe smiled and cooed and then struggled to turn around. Pepe was so excited to see her walk he fell onto his back and laughed. Pheffe stepped again towards him. Pepe turned his head to face her. She had managed to take off her hat and the snowflakes continued to fall on her black hair. Pheffe stumbled down and her lower lip trembled.
"Aww you're alright," said Pepe who lifted her up and sat her on his chest. "Snow's nicer than tough ground."
Pheffe now smiled and laughed. Her hair now sprinkled with snowflakes and her eyes sparkled.
"You know what Sweetie?" asked Pepe. "It's been a whole year since Mommy and I got married and you're the best thing that's happened to us this whole year. Wonder what in store this year?"
Pheffe sighed and leaned backward, but Pepe's strong hand held her so she wouldn't fall.
In the snow, with Pheffe learning to walk and then sitting with him Pepe knew this was one of the best days of his life and he would always remember it.