Disclaimer: BSSM belongs to Naoko Takeuchi-sama.

Note: This is the Dub-based Welcome Home.

White Purity

It was snowing.

Everywhere, in every direction, as far as the eye could, was a white wonderland. A blanket of perfection. Pure and untouched, godly.

Raye bent down slowly, carefully balancing her pregnant body, so unlike her regular Sailor Mars physique, and picked up the frozen flower with delicate hands.

It must've been covered by something because the flower's soft petals were forever captured by the ice. Bringing it to her face, she breathed in its scent and smiled. Her smile was like the snow around her, pure and godly, and any who saw it felt blessed and touched.

Turning back to the path, she carefully continued on, stepping softly as to not make a sound in the serene mid morning quiet. Reaching a crosswalk, she stopped and smiled at the elderly woman next to her. The woman looked up from her groceries and gave the Scout a warm knowing look. Turning back to the road, she clutched her bag as she made her way across.

She finally came up to the steps of her home, the reddened stairs looking striking against the pallor of the snow. Carefully she made her way up. Halfway, her guardians came fluttering down, greeting her with warm cries. As she reached three quarters up, she heard the shouts of priests and priestesses in training, complaining at the cold and squealing as they were pelted with snowballs from the head priest, Chad Holdenford. As she finally made up the stairs, her eyes fell on her grandfather. Ren Hino sat on the patio ledge of the temple, feeding the pigeons. Her eyes filled with tears to see the man looking so well. Just a year ago, he'd been in the hospital, struggling to breathe and there he was now, sitting before her, without a care in the world.

Brushing her tears away, she approached him and couldn't help her watery smile as he looked up at her and then greeted her, pressing a scraggly kiss against her forehead. He shooed her inside then and she only smiled more. Slipping off her shoes, she slid the rice paper door open and walked into the warm temple.

Slowly moving past the small meditation chambers, she reached the Great Fire, where she paused and bowed in gratitude, for giving her all her dreams; her home, her grandfather, her amazing friends, and her life.

Moving into the living quarters, she reached the kitchen and leaned against the open doorway to stare at the pinnacle of her dreams. A blond man crouching before a blond toddler, wiping his tears and coaxing him to eat the elaborate omelet he had painstakingly made for him. The boy sniffed and then opened his mouth for a bite. Smiling, the man fed him a small piece. The little boy began to chew and then looked straight up at Raye.

His mulberry eyes immediately lit up and he cried out, "Mama home!" Raye smiled and entered the kitchen, pressing a kiss to his forehead before facing the blond man. He had stood up, his tall, broad frame towering over her, and she immediately moved into the circle of his arms. He smiled and enveloped her in his warmth, and she sighed, breathing in his unique scent of incense and freshly-cut grass. The shrine priestess' husband and the All-American football player turned psychologist. Her husband.

Finally, he moved and looked down her, curiously.

"What did Amy say?"

She bit her lip, trying to hide her smile and reached into her bag, carefully pulling out the frozen flower, the frozen Casablanca.

"How do you feel about a baby girl, Jason?"

His smile told her everything she ever needed to know.

Perfection. Purity. Baby Casablanca.

OWARI

(A/N): Well, here it is. The Fireflies' welcome home. I've always wanted to write a soft Raye, but it's so hard to make her soft without being too cheesy. (I gotta face it, this is fluff. It's bound to be a little cheesy! ) I tried it quite a few times and finally we got here. Now, I'm a little bothered by the fact that Jason (Jeddy) never says "Welcome home" to Raye like the how the other couples of Lightning, Snowflakes, and Sunlight do, but I figured their adorable toddler could do it for me, just in baby speak. I also really wanted to write her in snow, because I felt like it was the one season that no one attaches Raye too, but I'm not sure if I got it right.

So let me know what you think!