“Come on kids, let’s go outside and tackle Auntie Spencer!”  Ashley asked the two children happily as she saw Spencer get up and continue running about the lawn.

“YAHH!!!”  The two children yelled happily as they each began to layer up.  Sweater, jackets, mitten, beanies, boots, earmuffs.  Ashley couldn’t help but laugh as her niece and nephew slowly began to look like stuffed dumplings, getting plumper by each layer they added.  Finally they had bundled up in all the clothes Clay at made sure they’d wear.  Finally the three burst out the doors running straight towards the blonde who realized what was coming at her just in time to start running from the trio screaming for help from Clay and Chelsea.  Who simply sat by and laughed by the tree still sitting inside.  Finally Ashley pushed off from the ground and caught Spencer’s waist still in the air, finally dragging down the blonde as their niece and nephew jumped on Spencer.  All three laughing as Spencer strained to squirm out from under them.  Her legs flailing from beneath them until finally she seemed to somehow dig her way out from under them.  With that the blonde broke free from them gathering the snow in her hands forming a ball and threw it at the brunette.  Who turned away just in time for it to hit her shoulder blade.  While the blonde made smaller snowballs throwing them at her niece and nephew as the two squealed and dodged the snowball.  Ashley had since then recovered from the snowball and now was now making one.  Seeing what her wife was doing Spencer began to run from the brunette who was now holding the snowball, her arm cocked in a throwing position threatening the blonde.

“No Ashley, Don’t you Dare!!”  The blonde warned as she backed away from the brunette.  Tripping on a hard lump of snow Spencer stumbled backwards landing flat on her back, now at the mercy of the brunette towering over her with the snowball still in hand.  Throwing the ball lightly so it landed right in the center of the blonde’s stomach the brunette giggled when Spencer mocked pain.  Clutching her stomach and rolling on the ground, but her wife’s childish smile gave her away.  Reaching her hands down to help the blonde up Spencer watched as the rest of her family finally stepped out of the wooden doors, bundled up in their winter clothes.  Clay and Chelsea once again bundled in their matching His & Hers winter jackets.  Morgan and Glen.  Her parents.  And Taylor in a very unattractive green barf colored hunter’s jacket.  Clay smiled at his two children now squealing as they chased each other with hands full of snow.  Bending down he scooped up the snow make a snowball and threw on at his son who looked in the direction of the snowball.