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There are so many ways married life can go.

You can be the couple that fights about every little thing. You can be the cheesy couple that annoys everyone but yourselves. You can be the kind couple that everyone on the block loves. You can be the couple that people refer to as 'The Rabbits' (use your imagination).

Embry and I were none of those.

We never fit a form in the first place, so why do it when we're married?

Our new life together was nice. Our first two weeks were a blur of learning one another all over again, in new and old ways. After the honeymoon, when we returned to our normal lives, things were different. Of course, the excitement was still there from our two weeks together, but we were realizing that living together wasn't what we expected. It wasn't bad, though. It was just something we didn't expect.

Cooking, cleaning, chores, errands… We had to learn how we'd do them all working together or working around each other. We had to make things mesh, and it was going to take time and effort.

Embry's alarm woke us up on our first day back to the real world. He groaned and rolled over to slam his hand down on the top of it, effectively shutting off the racket. He rolled back over and pulled me back into his chest, sighing into my hair. A moment later, my alarm went off, making him groan louder.

"We have to wake up, baby," I said sleepily, reaching to turn my alarm off. I pried his arm off of me and sat up, stretching out.

"Come back, Leah," he whined, patting around my side of the bed for me. "Five more minutes?"

I turned and leaned over to kiss his stubbly cheek. "I'm going to take a shower."

He huffed in reluctant defeat, then rolled onto his back and started snoring almost immediately.

I chuckled at my husband and stood up, stretching more as I woke up. I slipped on my robe and went downstairs to start a pot of coffee, then back up to the master bath. When I was done with my shower, I dressed and went back to the bed.

"Wake up, Bry," I said, taking his cheeks in my hands. "You need to wake up for work."

"Why?" he grumbled, his hands finding my waist in his near-unconsciousness.

"Because," I said, kissing his nose, "we need to leave in an hour. I'm making breakfast. Get ready and then come down, okay?"

He groaned. "Do I have to?"

"Have you always been this unreasonable?" I said with a laugh.

"It's unreasonable to want my wife to come back to bed?" he asked, slowly opening his eyes. "We could call in sick and have an extra day to ourselves."

I threw my head back and laughed. "Embry, get up. We need to go to work."

He pouted and slowly sat up, pulling me against him. "I'm up."

"You're sitting up," I said into his chest, hugging him back. "Shower and get dressed while I make breakfast."

Before he could argue, I slipped from his grasp and walked out the door. A few minutes later, I heard the shower start, and I smiled to myself. His obeying me was cute, and it was always a different adventure waking up next to him. I made a big breakfast, since it was our first day back and we'd need our energy. Eggs, bacon, toast, sausage, fruit, and anything you can imagine was laid out on the breakfast table. I put two plates down and went to fill a mug with coffee. I heard Embry's footsteps as I was downing the contents, and I saw him enter out of the corner of my eye.

In only a towel.

I choked, nearly spilling the coffee down myself. "What the hell?"

He smirked at me as he came over to get his own mug, the towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, and leaving very, very little to the imagination. "Breakfast looks good."

"I said get dressed," I sputtered stupidly.

"I just figured I'd get dressed after I ate," he said, smiling obliviously, as if he didn't see anything wrong with being nearly naked in our kitchen.

I couldn't say I didn't enjoy the view, especially after the two weeks we'd had all to ourselves, but I knew he was trying to distract me, and I was definitely distracted. "You're impossible."

"Maybe tomorrow I can make breakfast," he said, sitting down at the table. "I could bring you breakfast in bed."

I rolled my eyes and sat at the table as well, starting to help myself to the food. "I have a feeling that plan won't go over well, and that we'd probably end up late for work."

He smirked, and that was obviously his plan.

"I love you, Bry, and I've loved the last two weeks we've had together," I said, putting a hand over his on the table and smiling at him.

"But?"

"But, we really need to go back to the real world, just a little. We still have our jobs, our families, and we still have things to work on. I need to work on getting into school and deciding what to study."

"We have all the time in the world for that," he argued, setting his own trap.

"We have all the time in the world for us," I countered, and he knew I was right. "We can do things on our own time, and we can have our own time whenever."

Embry didn't talk much more. After he ate, he helped me get everything cleaned up, then went to get dressed, coming down a few moments later in appropriate attire. "Are you happy?"

I walked up to him and put my arms around his neck. "Very."

He kissed my lips lightly. "Let's go."

Embry drove me to work, as always, and as I was going to get out of the car, he grabbed my hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed my ring, then tugged me to him gently to have a proper goodbye kiss.

"I'll see you this afternoon. I love you."

I smiled at him. "I love you, too."

In the hospital, it was easy to fall back into my old routine. I was back on the day schedule, so I would have the same schedule as Embry, and we wouldn't have to fix time around night shifts. The kids were thrilled that I was back, and there were a few new patients. I took care of a particularly stubborn three year old named Fiona for most of the day. She had a concussion after falling off a shelf she climbed, and was in for a few days of observation. She refused to eat and take her medicine, so most of my morning was spent attempting to feed her. After my lunch break with Jayne in the hospital cafeteria, it was time for Fiona's pain killer, and she was angry, because the syrup was foul tasting.

"I don't wanna take it!" she shrieked, banging her feet on the bed. "I don't want it!"

"Fiona, you need to take your medicine," Jayne was saying kindly, holding the small cup. "It's just a little, and it'll make you feel better."

"I don't want it!" she screamed, sounding frighteningly demonic.

I was getting a headache from all of her screaming. The volume was harsh on my already sensitive hearing. A moment later, Carlisle entered, obviously having heard the racket from wherever he was in the hospital. It was amazing. It took him all of a minute to convince her to take the medicine. Jayne stayed with her for a moment as I followed Carlisle out.

"How did you do that?" I demanded, admittedly jealous.

He smiled. "The patient is always right."

I put my hands on my hips. "The patient is three and has a brain injury."

"The patient it always right," he repeated, shrugging. "And welcome back."

I scowled at his back as he turned to go and check on some of the other children.

The rest of the afternoon went by smoothly. Fiona went down for a nap, so I was free to visit with the other children. Liam was coming in for a check-up, so I was able to see him for a few minutes, and I held his hand when he had blood taken. He had recently celebrated a birthday, and was showing everyone four fingers. His parents - the Joneses, who were very sweet, and who had come to appreciate Liam's comfort with me over the many hospital visits he had - congratulated me on my marriage, and wished me well. When it came time for Liam to go, it was the end of my shift, so I walked out with him and his parents. Embry was already in the parking lot, leaning on the side of the car, and walked up to greet Liam.

"Hey, kiddo," Embry said, kneeling down to Liam's height. "What are you doing here?"

"I had a checkup," the little boy said, giving a toothy grin. "And I got to play with Sissy Leah."

Embry smiled back. "That sounds like fun. How old are you now?"

Four tiny fingers were displayed proudly. "I just turned four on my birthday! I got a new bicycle, but I can't ride it good yet. Mommy has to put my armor on before I ride it."

'Armor?' I mouthed to Mrs. Jones.

'Padding' she returned, looking amused.

Embry was grinning at Liam. "My birthday is next week."

"How old are you gonna be?" Liam asked curiously.

"Old," my husband said with a laugh.

"But how old? Old as Sissy Leah?"

I shot Embry a look, but he just smirked at me. "No, not as old as Leah."

Liam let out an audible gasp. "Sissy Leah is old?"

Mrs. Jones touched his head. "Liam, don't be rude."

Embry fought back laughter. "Yes, Leah is very old. She's almost twenty-one!"

I snorted, as did Liam's parents. "Embry, shush."

"Maybe it's time we go," Mr. Jones said, and I would have kissed him if we both weren't married, and if he wasn't ten years older than me.

"Okay," Liam said, turning to look at me. "Bye, Sissy Leah."

"Bye, Liam," I said, bending down for a hug. "I'll see you next time you come in, okay?"

We all said our goodbyes and went our separate ways, then Embry greeted me properly when we were out of earshot.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, picking me up in a huge hug.

I hadn't realized how much I'd missed him through the day. It was even more intense, especially since we hadn't left each others' side for two weeks. "Hey."

"I missed you." He started to lead me to the car, still holding me close.

I sighed happily, resting my head on his collarbone. "Let's go home."

He released me and opened the door for me, then walked around to the drivers' seat. "What do you want to do for dinner?"

"Ugh, we need to go grocery shopping," I remembered, tired and annoyed at the thought of shopping when I could be lazy with my husband.

"Well we can make it fast. What do we need?"

"Everything," I groaned, recalling the bareness of the cabinets after I made the feast of breakfast. "Let's just go. We can grab something to pop in the oven while we're there."

One hour and about twenty bags of groceries later, we got home. We put a bake-and-eat casserole in the over while we put up our groceries, then we fixed a pan with cookie dough to go in after our dinner was done baking. We talked while we ate, then changed into our pajamas before the cookies were done. Finally, we curled up on the couch with out sweets and watched a movie.

It was fun to act grown up, and then I realized maybe we weren't acting so much anymore. We were married. We had a house and a life together. It wasn't necessarily easy, but being grown up wasn't as hard as I'd thought it would be. At least, not with Embry.

"What are you thinking about, beautiful?" he asked, smiling at me when he saw my content smile.

"Only you."

A/N: Hope you liked it! Reviews?

~Sidney