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Three years, five months and three days later, Eve Queen had been convicted of eleven counts of murder by magically engineered wolf pack. A nonuple life sentence.
Hunt read to their children about it from the paper.
Two years and four months before that conviction, Snow had given birth to a girl with hair as black as coal, Lil' Snow. Eleven months after that, Snow had given birth to Rose Red, a little girl with hair as red as a briar rose. Snow told him she was closing down her factory to avoid perfectly avoidable accidents after that.
Hunt blushed when she told him that was their plan.
He was frantically in love with both of his baby girls. Snow said that she was reserving judgement until they could talk, but he'd seen her float snowflakes for them when she thought no one was looking. Ms. Dragon, their nanny, guarded them like little treasures.
He didn't spend all his time with them. He spent a few days a week at Lil' Reds carving in the sunshine. He made carvings out front and talked to people about wood. He also somehow ended up at the board at Kinderhaus. When he told Snow that he wasn't qualified, she kissed him and said, "We grow into our qualifications."
Snow was in fact very fond of dropping her laptop case in the front foyer of their castle shaped house. She'd drop her keys in the hollow in his heart, next to the wild roses they'd planted in the cracks.
She did call out, "Sweetheart, I'm home." She'd look in on the babies. When they were sleeping, she said hello to Ms. Dragon. Then she dragged Hunt off to her lair to help her pluck thorns. A process that would never be finished.
Wild roses growing as they did.