AN: I've been writing some very depressing stories, so I decided I needed a fluffy one to kind of balance things out. More to come.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HOST OR ANY CHARACTERS AFFILIATED WITH IT. THEY ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF STEPHANIE MEYER.

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~ RandomKiwi

IAN

She'd gone to the kitchen with an armload of dirty dishes and I followed after her, as I always did. Her new body was so fragile, so vulnerable but the soul inside it was so very strong. She glanced at me bitterly as she placed the dishes on the floor, washing them out with a towel and some water.

"I don't need your protection, Ian." I shook my head, smiling sadly.

"What if I need yours?" I asked, grinning. I wrapped my arms around her waist gently as she finished the dishes.

"Well, then that's a little different," she whispered, blushing. I could tell. Her ears were bright red as well as her rosy cheeks. Her new body blushed a lot. It was insanely cute.

"You blush more than you used to, Wanda," I grinned and kissed her forehead as she turned to me.

"Hey, Ian?"

"Yeah?"

Before I could register what was coming I was hit in the face with soapy foam. She giggled at my expression. I'm sure it was hilarious. I had a knack for making her laugh.

"Oh, you shouldn't have done that. You know better than to get into soap fights with me, Wanderer." I chuckled darkly as I reached for the bucket of suds.

We kept throwing handfuls of bubbles at each other until there was none left. We both laughed hysterically. I guess we brought out the best in each other.

"I couldn't imagine life without you, Ian." Wanda buried her face in my chest, smiling still.

"Life without you would be like death itself, my dearest Wanderer," I murmured, holding her close. I ran my fingers through her silky blonde hair, listening to her breathe in and out. I could feel her heartbeat against me. It was comforting.

If only those minutes could have lasted forever. If I died there, with Wanda beside me, I would be perfectly content. I knew she felt the same way.

"I truly love you, Ian," she whispered softly, lacing her fingers through mine. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She looked up at me, and I looked into her bright blue eyes, ringed with glowing silver.

"And I truly love you, too."