This is the first part of the oneshot my best friend, Kaitie requested. :) It's pure and utter fluff, I swear.

I hope to do at least three more chapters of vowel one shots but who can say? ;) It's complete until I say otherwise.

Disclaimer: Derek and Chloe do not belong to me.

A – Apples

Chloe pursed her lips, her brow furrowed in slight concentration as she stretched up on to her toes. Warm golden light bathed her and her surroundings, surroundings that she remained oblivious to for the moment, intent on her task. The tip of her fingers grazed her prize before she had to roll back down onto the balls of her feet for balance.

A frustrated sigh left her and she glowered up at the shiny wild red apple.

Warm hands wrapped around her waist and with only a small squeak in startelement, Chloe found herself being lifted high above the ground. Face to face with the apple, her glower vanished and she plucked it from the tree.

With wide eyes she blinked back down at her captor, smiling shyly.

Derek gave her a small quirk of his lips, bringing her back down to the ground.

The two stared at each other, both smiling in content and the apple long since forgotten.

E – Exploring

"Are you sure you're okay?" Derek asked, scrutinizing Chloe. Chloe gave him another fleeting smile.

"I-I'm sure," Chloe insisted, trying and failing to convince Derek.

"You don't look okay," Derek retorted bluntly.

"Just the sort of thing every girl wants to hear," Chloe muttered dryly.

Derek's lips twitched and he leaned down, brushing his lips over the top of her head. Despite herself, Chloe's face turned a bright red. For once she was thankful for the cave's lack of light. Even if she and Derek had been together for a while now, she still felt a little self-conscious of her blushing.

"They're just bats," Chloe said. "I'm f-fine. Really."

"You're stuttering. Why are you afraid of bats?"

"It's not the live ones I'm afraid of," Chloe mumbled under her breath before realizing Derek could hear her anyway.

Derek was quiet for a heartbeat before he moved close to Chloe, his body heat warming her in more ways the one. His arms enveloped her and he brought her close, dipping his head down. "We don't have to explore the cave. We can go back now if you want."

Chloe closed her eyes, her tension slowly easing from her body as Derek held her.

A minute passed before she opened her eyes again, twisting her body to face Derek without leaving his embrace. "Okay."

Derek gave a nod, slowly pulling back to start the trek back out of the cave.

Chloe tightened her hold on Derek, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "But we don't have to leave right now…"

Derek gave her a slow, easy smile as his head dipped down and he brushed his lips across hers.

I – Imagination

Every girl stereotypical girl dreams about three (or four) perfect moments in their life. One, the first time a boy says that they love her. Two, their proposal. And three, their wedding. The fourth being when they have their baby, but that wasn't really relevant to the matter at hand.

The first time Derek said the words I love you, had been after a perfect night. A moonlight stroll through the woods with the beautiful moon high above them. It had been perfect.

Their wedding had been, yet another perfect moment.

Their child. Yet. Another.

The proposal.

Well…

What had started off as an ordinary day, had taken a spectacular turn for the worse. For starters, Tori woke Chloe up two hours too early because she needed someone to go to the spa with her and apparently noon or even evenings spa visits were just so out of season. So off to the spa they went where Chloe was painfully waxed, popped, beaten down (that was not a massage!), and cooked in boiling water (okay, perhaps it wasn't boiling).

By the time she managed to escape Tori, Simon needed her for posing. For three hours she had to sit perfectly straight and not move a muscle. Since when did Simon need her for a reference? It just got better and better when her aunt swooped her off to go dressing shopping. For another four hours.

When the date planned with Derek had finally started, Chloe was sore, tired, cranky and very, very annoyed.

It was a sweet idea, the date. A candlelight dinner for two out in the moonlight. Really, sweet.

Until her dress caught on fire from the candles.

Not even three minutes after that did a freak thunder storm pop up, drenching both Derek and her and their dinners before they could even get eat.

When they went back to the car and started the drive back home, the car broken down.

Eight miles from home.

They had no service on their phones.

It was still raining and a little thunder and lightning was then thrown in.

Chloe was not a happy camper.

So after a four mile hike to the nearest town, the two lovers just sort of collapsed at the town's fountain, at least a little grateful the rain had finally stopped.

Chloe had huddle close to Derek for his body heat, her dress soaked through and chilling her to the bones and her feet aching from the walk.

"This… did not go as I planned," Derek began.

Chloe gave a small snort, staring sullenly at her ruined shoes.

"But I promised myself and Simon I wouldn't back out no matter what happened tonight," Derek continued, a bit more hesitantly.

At this, Chloe blinked and looked up at Derek in confusion. "Back out o-of what?"

Wonderful. She was so cold she was chattering.

Derek refused to meet her gaze, instead choosing to kneel down on the cold wet stone ground. Chloe continued to stare at him in confusion until he presented her with a tiny black box.

He opened the box.

"Chloe, will you marry me?"

Chloe was cold. She was wet. She was tired. She was hungry. She was sore. She was cranky. She was not having a good day.

But most of all, Chloe was head over heels in love with a werewolf named Derek.

A smile bloomed across Chloe's face for the first time that day and she lurched herself away from the fountain, her arms hooking around Derek's neck as she kissed him.

"Do you even have to ask?" Chloe breathed.

It was a perfect moment. It was a real moment.

It was better than what she could have ever imagined.

O – Only

Derek never really thought of himself as an emotional guy. If you had told his fourteen—or really, even fifteen year old self that one day he'd be happily engaged to a beautiful young woman, he would have scoffed and called it a joke.

Derek never really thought of himself as a handsome guy. But handsome was one of the many words Chloe used to describe him.

Derek never really thought of himself as a family guy. However whenever he was with Chloe and the way her eyes would light up at the thought of a baby—of their baby—he couldn't help but picture himself as one.

Derek never really thought of himself as a happy guy. Even Simon used to attest to this. Derek's happiness had never really been the focus of his time and effort. It was always Simon or their father. Never himself. But having Chloe with him… Derek definitely felt like a happy guy.

Derek never really thought of himself as a lucky guy. But what else could be used to describe how exactly Derek managed to somehow woo Chloe?

Derek never really thought of himself as anything other than Simon's brother—Simon's protector.

But lately, he's been seeing himself as a lot more.

Derek would have never been an emotional guy if he hadn't met Chloe. He wouldn't have been a handsome guy, or a happy guy or even a family guy and especially not a lucky guy.

So really, was it ever any wonder why Derek had no intentions of ever giving Chloe up?

She was the only one who gave him all of this.

She was his one and only.

And he was hers.

U – Usual

Chloe yawned groggily as she curled closer to the warm beside her. Her nose buried further in the masculine chest that she was so familiar with. In response to her yawn and movement, the warm draped over her waist tightened and the arm she rested her head in shifted.

Her legs were tangled with his and as she tilted her head up, she shifted her legs causing him to shift his as well. Warm eyes met groggy eyes and she gave him a shy smile.

Derek leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Good morning," Derek mumbled, his voice husky from sleep.

"G'morning," Chloe hummed curling in closer to him.

"Weren't we supposed to meet your aunt today for breakfast?"

Chloe gave a grumble, moving her legs to wrap around his waist as best as she could. "I don't want to get up."

"Neither do I."

"Then let's call in sick."

"Both of us?"

"Yep. Come on, let's go."

"We'd have to get up to call," Derek pointed out. A groan was Chloe's only response to this.

"She can wait," Chloe said instead.

Derek raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sure she won't mind," Chloe insisted. "Besides, she's been running late a lot since she started her new position at the hospital. I doubt she'd be there on time either."

"That's true," Derek conceded. "But this will be the seventieth time we've been late… this month."

"So?"

"Is this going to be a usual thing for us?"

"I'm perfectly okay with that. Are you?"

Not even pausing to consider it, Derek gave a crooked smile. "Amazingly enough, yes."

"Then she can wait."

"She can wait," Derek agreed, tilting his head down to lock his lips onto Chloe's.

Sometimes Y. I couldn't think of any y's so, in this case, no y.

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