#i deliberately cut a bit where bea grabs a knitted hat for ava bc i couldnt figure out what to call it LMAO

[bechloesupercorp]

Bea watching peacefully through a frosty window. Thick snow draped over the landscape, little footsteps leaving tiny dips in the white. Warm mug of tea cradled in her hands as she smiles at Ava, who's tossing handfuls of powder at their kid.

Delighted giggles filling the air, Bea's heart clenching. Ava's nose is pink and the child is shaking with laughter face down in the snow.

Sometimes she wants to cry. Cry for the deprived childhoods they'd both had, but then cry at the life they've built together, the home they share, filled with love and life and- Beatrice could cry.

THWAP. A snowball flying straight into the glass, startling her out of her thoughts. Mischief twinkling in Ava's eyes. "Come join us!" she shouts, hands in the air. If Bea was three, before she learned the stern necessity of self-restraint, she would have done it, unthinking and free.

Ava's dancing now, head tipped towards the sky. If there is a god, Bea would give everything to be them right now, just to see the joy on Ava's face. It's the little things to love.

Sometimes she can still hear it, the biting, "How undignified," of her mother's tongue. But fuck that. There's nothing holding her back now, pulling on a coat and running into the snow.