Caution : Very short. 423 words. 2372 characters with spaces. Muhaha.

I sat on the lilac satin sheeted bed with my legs crisscrossed and my thick Webster's dictionary on my lap, rather distracted by the sight of my delightfully handsome vampire boyfriend watching my every move from the carpeted floor. Biologically fourteen year old Renesmee was sleeping in her room down the hall of our 'cottage' which was now the size of a large house.

"Are you going to do this all night?" I asked, slightly irritated.

"Only for as long as it takes you to read it." he said simply, giving me his signature lopsided grin.

"Whatever." I tried to sound exasperated, but it came out sounding like I was rather amused.

I hummed my lullaby absently as I read extra-slowly, just to see how long it took for him to get annoyed. It took only a moment.

"Bella, please. That dictionary is only six hundred pages long, dear. You being a vampire, who can read at lightning speeds, are mocking me." he stated, frowning.

"I am not. I'm really fasinated with this one word." I retaliated, giving him the best innocent look I could muster.

"For twenty minutes?" he exclaimed, arms flying from his sides. A giggle nearly escaped my lips. It had only been three and a half so far.

He's rather adorable when he's irritated. I mused silently.

"Yes." I snapped softly, more like a nibble than a snap.

"What is it? This word that has piqued your fasination, hm?" he asked curiously, irritation slightly fading. I grinned mischievously.

"Extraordinary." I said, picking up my led pencil. He walked to my side, sitting down.

"What?" he asked confusedly. "Why?"

"Because. It's inaccurately described." I explained.

He gave me a puzzled look as I crossed the original insertion out and wrote in neat print directly under it,

Y-O-U

He let out a laugh when I set the pencil down.

"No, no. That is inaccurately described." he laughed, taking my pencil. He crossed out my description and wrote in his own in his unique cursive writing.

Y-O-U

"Awe, my Edward is going soft and mushy." I laughed, used to the bell-like peal by now.

"Since when was I not soft and mushy?" he asked in mock confusion.

I laughed again as he caught my lips in his. The dictionary went flying.

Cute, huh? My first Twilight one-shot I tried. I got the idea from my nerdyness of reading a dictionary. I thought, Who better to pull this off but Bella? Turned out beautifully if I may say so myself.