#I couldn't resist one more dig at Diego and his Raw Egg from S1

[angst-fairygodmother]

Hot cocoa, Mittens, or First Snow for Diego and his little family? I love those fics so much they make me want to cry with how cute they are.

A/N: It wouldn’t be a new set of prompts/requests without at least one Dad!Diego fic. I hope you enjoy it. (Sorry it ended up being literally the last of my winter prompts, I think it’s worth it?) Word Count: 1084

“Daddy! Daddy! DaddyDaddyDaddy!” Diego awoke with a groan to his daughter's excited shrieks. 

“Shh,” he grumbled, reaching out to place a gentle hand over her mouth. “You don’t want to wake Mommy do you?”

It was a familiar ritual. He was the first to bed, he was the first to rise, making your daughter breakfast (eggs were cooked before consumption these days) and helping her to get dressed before your son’s cries made you stir. But he also often tried to pat her on the head as if a three year old had a snooze button or silence her with a soft touch, especially days like today where he had slipped out after the children had gone to bed, helping his siblings out on the rare vigilante mission that they had all taken back up as a team.

“No, Daddy, I don’t wanna wake Mommy but you gotta come see,” she pleaded, voice barely muffled. 

“See what? Is something wrong?” Terrified parental adrenaline shot through him as he sat bolt upright in the bed, swinging his legs off the mattress to face Maggie. 

“Nothing’s wrong Daddy,” she sighed, rolling her eyes and reminding him so much of you that it almost hurt. “It snowed! It’s so pretty. I wanna go play. And build a snowman as big as Uncle Luther. And a fort. And have a snowball fort with Eugene!”

He laughed softly, reaching past her to drag a shirt out of the drawer. 

“Well, baby girl, Eugene is only a few months old, so he’s too little for a snowball fight,” he explained, trying not to laugh harder at her pout. Of course she was upset she couldn’t pelt her little brother (who she loved much more now than she initially did) with snow. “How about instead, you and I go have breakfast and then we can have a snowball fight and leave Eugene in here with your mom?”

She seemed to consider this, face twisting in epic concentration. “Do you promise you won’t cheat?”

He faked an appalled gasp that she would even suggest such a thing. 

“Pinky swear, I won’t,” he promised solemnly. 

“Cross your heart?”

“Cross my heart.”

“Okay!” Her shout was loud enough to wake you and you whined, rolling over toward the pair of them.

“Diego?” you mumbled sleepily. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, babe,” he murmured, leaning over to give you a quick kiss. “Just discussing the terms of war with our daughter.”

“Hm?” you raised an eyebrow in question even though you still hadn’t opened your eyes. 

“It snowed last night. Maggie wants a snowball fight after breakfast. I agreed to be her opponent in place of her brother.”

“Oh.” Your tired mind didn’t fully process what he was saying, but still you trusted him and accepted him at his word. 

“Go back to sleep, you’ve still got an hour.”

You mumbled an agreement, snuggling back down into the blankets, resisting the urge to try and pull him down with you. His heart fluttered, even after all this time, and he brushed another kiss across your forehead before heading for the kitchen, your daughter close behind in his wake. 

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You smiled, watching out the window of your little house, bouncing Eugene on your hip, as Diego and Maggie waged a fearsome, snowy battle. Although, you also noticed that most of Diego’s projectiles were somehow missing your daughter and instead splattering into the face of their giant snow entity. (You couldn’t quite call it a snowman but you weren’t sure what it was either, possibly a yeti?) You smiled. Of course he would be using his powers to make sure she was at no risk of harm, and winning the fight. 

The clock on the wall chimed. 

“Well, ‘Gene, it’s nearly lunchtime,” you said to the boy, kissing the top of his head. “Shall we see what to make?”

He babbled incoherently, smashing one hand into your cheek with surprising power, while the other remained firmly rooted, elbow out (nearly digging into your jugular as you turned your head to look at him) and index and middle fingers sucked into his mouth. 

“Oh excellent idea, I’ll also put on the kettle so there’s hot cocoa ready when those two nuts come inside all frozen and wet.”

As if they could sense it, your husband and elder daughter tumbled through the front door, soaked to the bone and giggling mere moments after you had finished setting out bowls and forks for the baked macaroni and cheese that was reheating in the oven. 

“Mommy!” Maggie shrieked, darting toward you, babbling excitedly about how much fun she had out in the winter wonderland of your backyard.

“I see you had so much fun that you didn’t even notice you lost a mitten,” you pointed out, hands on your hips in playful scolding. 

“I didn’t lose it. I hid it. It was a game, Daddy found it, but it got all wet so he told me to come inside instead of putting it back on.”

“Well that was very wise of him. Especially since it’s lunchtime.”

“Something smells delicious,” Diego said, coming up beside you and planting a kiss to your cheek that made you shiver (from both the cold and the tenderness of the contact). 

“It’ll be ready by the time you both go change into dry clothes instead of dripping all over my kitchen,” you told him, a little more sternly than you had spoken to your daughter, and he grinned at you sheepishly.

“Daddy, can we go back out and play more after lunch?”

“We’ll see, baby girl.” He said and you rolled your eyes affectionately at him, knowing that he couldn’t ever say no to her, no matter how much he pretended he could.

With a wave, you sent them off to change and then returned to the counter, sprinkling a perfect ratio of mini marshmallows into the steaming drinks, and giving one little white puff to your son to gum at. 

The sound of Maggie’s chatter drifted down the hall, asking Diego if he had seen the way she dodged his snowballs and if they could build an igloo, telling him how much fun she was having.

“I love you, Daddy,” she exclaimed loudly, calling it over her shoulder as she pranced back into the kitchen.

You smiled, picturing the look on his face, and leaned down to plant a kiss to the top of the little girl’s head before lifting her up into her booster seat.