A/N: A very short piece of fluff because the last couple of stories I've written have depressed the hell out of me. A snapshot of the life that Jacob and Bella could've had.
By the way, this is dedicated to all my faithful reviewers. Because you guys deserve something to smile about.
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Jacob watches as she fixes sandwiches at the counter, cutting the crusts of the edges of the bread and tucking the lettuce inside. She has an expression on her face that is too happy for making lunch, for such a mundane, simple task. He sneaks up behind her and puts his wide hands on her waist, giving it a squeeze. She jumps and he lets out a throaty chuckle.
"You are impossible," she mutters, rolling her eyes. But she turns around anyway, letting him hold her small body in his big one, her frame fitting perfectly against his. She stands on her toes and he leans his long neck down, keeping his eyes open until the very last second, watching the peaceful expression on her face when she kisses him.
"That's why you married me," he murmurs into her lips, sending vibrations down their spines as he holds her closer.
They break off the kiss and she turns around again, grumbling "sure, sure" sarcastically as she begins on another sandwich. He presses his stomach against her back and wraps his brown arms around her tightly, moving his head down until their cheeks are pressed together. She sighs, closing her eyes and letting a tiny smile settle on her lips. When she opens them, they both stare out the kitchen window into the yard, watching the tiny, dark-haired forms running around the wet grass.
He lets out a low hum and kisses her cheek. "Can you imagine what you would be missing out on if you didn't choose me?" he asks, and she nods even though he doesn't need an answer.
"Yes," she says quietly, pressing her pink mouth against his shoulder. "Love."
He grins.
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