#imcalledsnowwhite

Al let out a long sigh while he settled against the back of the tub. Snow was laying against him, curled up on his lap with her head resting on his collarbone. He pressed a kiss to her temple, then to her ear while he held her. Their hands were intertwined, and Al rose them from the water to play with her fingers.

❝Of course, I would love to.❞ Al grinned, leaning over to take their daughter from her arms. Their daughter. Al still could hardly believe it. His hands reached for where it looked where the child was, but when his fingers brushed Snow’s arms he let them trail down her skin until he felt soft skin turn into one of the knitted blankets his mother had made.

♏ if your muse wants mine as the maid of honour/best man

[SMS]: Diabetes, heart disease and obesity. There’s three. 

Al smiled over his shoulder at Snow, hands working to find the sleeves of the shirt to put it on one arm and then the other. It had been Snow’s idea to go swimming, Al had brought her here to show her one of the places he knew by heart was good for picnics and dates, although he wouldn’t tell her the last part. 

They’d both gotten down to their underwear to jump in the lake and, while Al was still a bit self-conscious about the shrapnel and bullet scars especially on his arms and legs, although he knew quite a few littered his chest as well    especially the shrapnel scars that had destroyed his ear and he knew continued until the end of his rib cage on that side, especially on his side. He’d hoped that him being nearly blind, however, made it easier for Snow.

After all, if she wanted to go swimming the last thing Al wanted was to make her nervous while she did. 

❝Deal,❞ Al nodded, a grin tugging up on his lips while he pulled Snow onto his lap. He didn’t much care that they were at some party for veterans of the Great  War, he hadn’t wanted to come in the first place. But his darling wife had insisted that he still looked handsome in his uniform and that she wouldn’t mind some dancing, and who was he to say no?

His arms wound around her waist. ❝Let’s see, what nice things can I think of about Moxie...❞ he pretended to think to himself, pausing a moment before saying, ❝You are gorgeous, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Ye are brilliant, and a good shop owner to boot. Ye are... a life saver. I’m always so afraid that you’ll leave me, ‘cause there’s no way I can come close to being as good of a husband as you are a wife. Our little lad or lassie will surely have the best mother in the history of mothers...❞ Al placed his hand on the barely noticeable bump of her belly before leaning closer, lips brushing her ear and his voice turning low.

❝You are the bravest, strongest person I’ve ever known, my dear Moxie. You’ve got enough Moxie for an entire army, love. You are the funniest lass I’ve ever met, and everything about you puts everyone else to shame. You are the only lass I’ve ever tried to keep, if I was being honest, and I think I loved ye from the day you went shooting with me at the farm.❞