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Her girls beat her to the winter cabin by a day, and they’re waiting for her when she arrives. She had one final work project to finish that kept her away from them for almost a full 24 hours and she doesn’t like it at all.
But it’s in the past now and when she pulls her SUV into the shoveled and salted driveway, she can’t help the smile on her face.
Two marshmallows stand on the wrap-around porch, waving like maniacs.
The taller marshmallow – Maca in a white, puffy coat and knitted hat with a puff on the top – smiles vibrantly while her mini-marshmallow, Rosalia, jumps up and down with excitement.
Shutting off the engine, Zulema opens the driver side door and steps out.
“Cariño, you made it!” Maca calls.
“Barely, those streets are treacherous.”
“Well, we’re happy you got here safely.”
Zulema shuts the door, starting towards the porch, leaving her luggage for later. She gets to the first of four steps, ready to hug and kiss her two favorite people before she pauses.
Both of her blondes are holding one hand behind their backs.
“Rubia, que haces?”
“Now, Rosa!”
Almost in unison, they both launch a snowball at Zulema who barely has a chance to turn before the cold snow makes an impact. She takes two hits to the side, her own black puffy coat becoming a casualty of the assault.
Jaw dropping in disbelief, Zulema turns back around and finds her two assailants giggling at her expense.
Oh this means–.
“Guerra!” Zulema shouts and crouches down to gather a mound of snow in her own hands, quickly patting it into a ball and tossing it back at them.
“We need more ammo, Rosa!” Maca cries between a fit of laughter. She picks a laughing Rosa up and they run down the steps as Zulema retreats towards the side of the house where there’s an ample amount of snow.
They chase one another around the cabin throwing snowballs back and forth, laughing and screaming.
Rosalia gets the final hit to Zulema’s leg and the brunette cries out dramatically, “Oh! I’m hit! I’m hit! I’m down!”
She falls onto the ground and Rosalia, with a tiny war cry, launches herself onto Zulema who catches her with ease.
“Suwender!” Rosalia squeaks out.
“Surrender? Never!” Zulema replies. Maca comes barrelling towards them and plops down beside them, hovering over her wife and their daughter.
“Surrender and there will be kisses and hot cocoa.”
“Well, lead with that next time! Fine, I surrender!” Zulema laughs.
“We won, Rosa! We won!”
And then the two begin to assault Zulema’s face with kisses.
Never in a million years did Zulema think this would be her life...
...but she's so grateful that it is.