In a quiet cottage deep in the forest, Snow White finds herself at the center of a bond that defies the ordinary.
Snow White sat in the quiet cottage, her delicate fingers tracing the curve of her growing belly. Snow whispered against the windowpanes, and the stillness of the room hummed with memories—of soft sighs, shared warmth, and tender touches. Seven little beds lined the walls, but it wasn’t the tidy quilts she thought of.
The dwarfs had left for the mines before dawn, leaving her alone with lingering sensations—gentle kisses, caressing hands, and the closeness they all had shared. Her body remembered each of them, the way they surrounded her, their affection intertwining until she could no longer distinguish one from the other.
Bashful's timid glances had given way to soft, shy touches. Dopey had held her hand with quiet reverence, his playful nuzzles dissolving into something more. Grumpy, for all his gruffness, had cradled her in his arms like she was something precious. Happy's laughter had melted into tender, intimate moments. Doc’s steady, guiding hands never faltered, and Sleepy, even in his drowsiness, pulled her into half-dreamed embraces. Sneezy, nervous but eager, had found confidence in her warmth.
No single night stood out—they all blurred into evenings spent beneath the same roof, wrapped in shared comfort and belonging. There was no need to question or separate what they had become. Snow White closed her eyes and smiled. This child, whoever he or she would resemble, belonged to all of them.
When the door creaked open that evening, they returned with snow-dusted boots and glowing faces. Their eyes brightened as they saw her, the room filling with quiet joy.
“You look beautiful,” Doc said softly, stepping closer.
“And how’s our little one doing today?” Happy chimed in, his hand brushing gently over hers.
“At peace,” she replied, resting her head against Bashful’s shoulder as he shyly leaned in.
They gathered around her, an unspoken bond weaving them closer together. In the glow of the firelight, love filled the tiny cottage, binding them as a family—one heart, one home, waiting to welcome the child that would be cherished by them all.
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