…This one-shot is set over 3 years in the future from my story Sitting, Waiting, Wishing. Lily is 26 and Paul is 27.

I couldn't get this idea out of my head, it is only a one-shot but future events may be continued after Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.

…I don't own anything Twilight related.

Lily POV

God, I can't believe it is only four more days before Christmas. I stupidly decided it would be a great idea to finish up my cookie and candy making now. Talk about procrastination, but it had to be done.

I must have baked over 10 dozen cookies already, and I wasn't even half way done considering how much the boys like to eat, my own brothers included. I would be giving out baskets of the cookies and candies to everyone in the pack, as well as my parents and brothers. Five cookies are not going to cut it for the amount of food everyone puts away, hence the reason I have been baking for the last five hours.

I blew my bangs out of my face as I started to calculate exactly what was done, and what still needed to be done. Peanut butter cups and cookies were completely done, along with the fudge and mounds bars. Next on the agenda was the gingerbread men, chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, and sugar cookies. I had to wait for Paul to get home so we could start decorating the sugar cookies, and let me tell you I am a little scared about this.

Why am I afraid? Let me enlighten you, Paul, my husband of the last year and a half, shape shifter extraordinaire, bottom-less pit, would in all likelihood eat and/or destroy more cookies than would be decorated. This would all be okayy if a person had like five cookies, but due to previous experiences with Paul and cookies, he cannot be trusted.

However, I feel as though he should be included on this process, and given a chance to redeem himself from last year when he ate two dozen of the cookies I had just finished decorating when I walked out of the kitchen for five minutes. Honestly, two dozen fucking cookies. Plus I was not spending hours decorating them myself.

This year was different though, it had to be. My thoughts kept along in this direction as I was absentmindedly stirring together the dough for the gingerbread cookies. I blew my bangs out of my face again, and continued to stir wishing that Paul was here to wear out his arm.

The door swung open, and my gorgeous husband came in, I have to say he has the most perfect timing.

"Hey honey, where have you been? I've needed those big strong arms of yours, as mine are about to fall off from all the stirring." I know I'm complaining, but who better to do it to? I lifted my face up to his as he came around the counter to kiss me.

"Um nowhere Lil, just out running a few errands." He said this in a somewhat soft tone; this combined with his sudden inability to look at me was cause for instant suspicion. The fact that he had wrapped me up in a hug was a bit distracting as I sunk into his warm body, but I didn't let it deter me.

"Out Christmas shopping were you? I must say at least it isn't the complete last minute, so way to go on that. Did my mother drag you along or did you go willingly?" I smiled at him, picturing in my head my mother, over a foot shorter than Paul, dragging him in and out of stores like he was a five year old. Ha, what a great picture.

Paul just shook his head, "I should know better than to try and fool you, but yes I was out shopping, and I'll have you know most of it was not for you. I had you figured out for a long time Mrs. Prade."

Okay as mushy as it sounds, Paul calling me Mrs. Prade in that husky, deep voice of his was enough to melt me into a puddle, goddamn he is hot.

"Again I am impressed; you said nothing about my mom though. Did she go with you?" After being together for the last three years, I was able to be coherent even if I was overcome with lust and desire for Paul. A necessary skill that all imprints must have.

"Yes she did, but no you can't know what we got. You will just have to wait along with everyone else to see it on Christmas morning." After saying this, I think he finally realized that we were standing in a kitchen full of baked goods. He got that look in his eye that only occurs when he is looking at food, and I was forced to immediately head him off.

"No Paul, we will not be seeing if you can top the two dozen cookies in less than five minutes like last year, I really need you help decorating the sugar cookies though." I gave him my best smile, hoping to distract him from the fact that we would be decorating, not eating.

"Can't I just have one cookie Lil?" Paul whined.

"Really? Try for a few fake tears and you will have the part of a begging five year old down pat. We can each have one cookie, but we seriously need to get started with the decorating." Compromising with Paul is seriously the best thing about our relationship. We truly want to see the other happy and will do anything to make sure this is possible, so compromise is something that we have both become great at.

As we worked our way through the humungous stacks of sugar cookies, trying not to be too messy with the frosting and sprinkles, I felt the warm rush of contentment run through me. I must have sighed because I looked up to see Paul staring at me questioningly.

"What's wrong Lily? Are you tired? Do you need a nap?" He would have continued with the questions but I cut him off as I got up to walk around the table to stand next to him.

I laid my hand on his shoulder and said, "Nothing's wrong, I'm just happy with the way that everything is turning out. I couldn't think of a better person to be doing this with." I leaned down to place a kiss gently on his mouth.

"I know Lily, I couldn't ask for a better person either. Pretty soon it will be the three of us sharing moments like this." As he said that, his hand came around to cup my stomach protectively and almost reverently. He pulled me down on his lap, both of us wrapped up in each other, content to stay there forever.

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So there it is! I couldn't resist the cuteness of the Paul and Lily relationship. Please let me know what you think!