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"Emmett, sweetie, get out of this dadblasted kitchen!" I scream, threatening to hit my 6-foot tall, muscular, grizzly bear of a husband with a spatula wielded by me, a 5'6" fuzzy haired brunette with a temper. Like it would make a deference. Ha.

"But I just wanted to help…" he says, pulling out his main weapon "the lip".

Now, the lip doesn't work for anyone else, and usually it doesn't make even a dent in my will power, but when that huge man puts on those puppy dog eyes and pushes out his lip pouting, my heart screams "YOU LOVE HIM!" and so he gets away with a lot. Granted, I get away with a lot more, but it still gets on my nerves when he uses one of my own tricks against me.

"But the last time you "helped" me cook, I asked you to watch the stove for two and a half minutes and you got distracted by a dust bunny floating through the air. Those were my favorite curtains." I said, giving him a stern but loving look. He looked deep in my eyes and moved his hands as if to hypnotize me.

"You will allow the Emmett complete and total control over the kitchen and the tools there in, including yourself." He said, in what he hoped was a trance-like voice and wiggling his eyebrow. It took all I had not to laugh.

"Yes master." I said, trying hard to keep a straight face. I put my hands out in front of me and walked like I was in a trance. Our kitchen was humongous, probably because we shared it with two other couples. We all lived together in a four bedroom, three-bathroom house, but I digress. I walked over to him and look up.

"What is your first order master?" I say robotically

"Tell me you love me." Emmett says, with a toothy smile.

"I love you master."

"Stop calling me master."

"I will stop calling you master, Master"

"Kiss me." As I leaned into obey, I heard someone walk in.

"EWW!" screamed Lexi, a skinny, tall, brown haired girl, who was half of half the couples we lived with. "What do I have to go through to get a dang grilled cheese?' she says, covering her eyes, trying to find the oven with her hands.

"Fifty push ups maggot." I say in my best drill sergeant voice.

"Ah Lexi, you party pooper. I had Lilly hypnotized then you come in and um…un…unhypnotize her. Why must you ruin my fun?" I looked at Emmett smugly.

"Be happy I love you numb skull. I wasn't hypnotized."

"Liar." He had to call me a liar. Oh no. I grabbed the nearest thing to me, which just happened to be a peppershaker, and threw it at him as hard as I could. It hit him in the forehead and sent him backwards, landing butt first on the ground. Oops.

"Emmett! Sweetie I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?"

"Just my forehead." He said, pointing to the landing place of the violent shaker. I bent over him and kissed his forehead and laughed.

"All better."

"Ah, I think I hurt my lips too." Just as I bent done to make them "all better", Lexi's husband Edward walks in, and with a gasp slaps his hand over his eyes, and turns toward where he assumes Lexi is.

"What do I have to go through to get a grilled cheese?"