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Snow - Yan An

A/N: I'm dead from writing this.

Curled up on the sofa, drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows, lots of cuddles and a typical Christmas movie, such as Home Alone playing on the TV. That's how our Christmases spent together used to be like some four years ago, back before we got married and moved house, before we had a son together. Whenever I thought back to those moments, I felt warm inside, but I didn't once regret any of those changes in those four years.

I was broken out of my daydreaming when I felt a tug on the hem of my oversized sweater. I smiled, instantly knowing the tug to be belonging to our beautiful son. He looked up at me, his big brown eyes like a puppy's, begging to play fetch. I bent down, tousling his mousy brown hair, earning a grumble from him, to which I chuckled. "Are you coming outside? Daddy and I are going to build a snowman!" He asked excitedly, bouncing up and down. I nodded, planting a kiss on his forehead, and putting my used mug in the sink.

I watched through the window as our four year old skipped up to my husband, throwing snow at him. I laughed to myself, wondering how I got so lucky to be blessed with the two beautiful males in front of me.

Yan An turned around, picking him up and swinging him around, earning giggles from our boy. I slipped on my coat, opening the door carefully, hesitant to interrupt such a precious moment. "Mummy!" Our son ran up to me, attacking my legs in a hug. I patted his head, smiling at my husband, who had stopped rolling his ball of snow to look at us. "Finally joining us?" He teased, a grin evident on his face.

I smirked back at him. "Careful, honey, or I'll throw snow at you, too." Mini-Yan An let go of my legs, giving me a chance to place a loving kiss on my husband's lips. His hair blew in the cold wind as he stared at my face, a sparkle in his eyes that said "I wouldn't change this for the world".

Well, neither would I.