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"Dad! Dad! Dad! Look, we're building a snowman!"
Remy stepped into the garden, one of his son's, Remus, on his back, the snow crunching underfoot. His eyes immediately landed on his husband and other son, who were building a snowman just a few feet away. It was large, with sticks for arms, and one of Emile's ties was wrapped around its neck.
"I see it, bud," Remy said. "It's really cool! The tie's a nice touch."
Roman beamed, and Remus suddenly wriggled in Remy's arms, so he crouched down to let him go. Remus immediately hopped to the ground, and then flopped onto his back, sinking into the snow. It was fortunate that Remy had convinced him to wear extra layers - gloves, scarf and hat included - or he'd likely get sick.
"I'm gonna make a snow demon!" He shrieked.
Roman made a face. "It's supposed to be a snow angel, you heathen!"
(He'd heard that word on TV a few days ago, and refused to stop using it. Remy had taken plenty of videos, ready to embarrass Roman once he was old enough.)
Remy and Emile exchanged an amused look.
Remus sat up, reaching into the snow, grabbing a handful, and then throwing it at his brother, hitting him in the arm. Roman immediately let out a highly offended screech.
"Play nice, boys," Emile chided gently, walking up to Remy, wrapping his arm around his husband's waist.
Remy nodded in agreement, reaching over to press a chaste kiss to Emile's cheek.
"Ew!" Remus and Roman chorused in unison.
Remy laughed. "You know, if you keep complaining, I'm just gonna kiss him more."