Prompt 2: Use the following words in your story: dog trainer, bills, beach and pie.
"Bills," said Natsume, holding up a pile of papers. "Bills, bills and yet more friggin' bills."
His wife rolled her eyes at him and set the pie she had just baked down on the wooden kitchen table. "We aren't bankrupt yet, are we?"
He glared at the seemingly innocuous papers in his hands. "No, but at this rate we will be." He shuffled through them some more and said, "Dog trainer? We don't even own a dog!"
"Hotaru does. It was her birthday last week."
"So we gave her a dog trainer? What the hell happened to jus handing over some cake? God knows you bake enough to feed the whole damn country."
She walked over to him and dropped a light kiss on his head. "You're turning into a grumpy old man."
"I'm not old."
"You've got grey hair."
"That's called maturity. And for your information, Shouda still faints if I look at her."
"That's called vanity. And there was a time when you could make her faint by just existing."
He scowled at her. She laughed. "C'mon, it's not so bad. We're hardly poor."
His expression eased by a fraction, as it always did when he heard her laughter. "Yeah, but after the last set of renovations on the house..."
"Let's go for a vacation," said Mikan suddenly.
"A vacation?"
"Yeah, just the two of us. It'll be like old times."
"Old times?"
"You know, back when you could still lift me without wheezing and inhalers," she teased.
Unexpectedly, his long arms reached out and drew her close. With a sharp twist of his fingers around her skirt, she was seated in his lap. A smirk sat smugly on Natsume's face. "You were saying?"
The proximity made Mikan's heart thud and she felt like a twelve year old girl all over again as a blush rose to her cheeks. "Pervert."
"Never denied it."
She tried to stand up again but his arm encircled her waist and held her comfortably in place.
"So as I was saying," said Mikan, trying not to react to the feeling of his hot breath against her neck. "We should go for a holiday on the beach."
"The beach? In December?"
A mischievous glint entered her eyes, similar to the one Natsume had sported since he met her. "Well," she said, smoothening back his still unruly hair. "You'll just have to keep me warm then, won't you?"
He chuckled. "Ruka's right. I always was a terrible influence on you."
She tugged at his collar insistently. "So are we going to the beach then?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, smiling.
Maybe happily-ever-afters didn't exist. But happy moments sure did, even after nearly thirty years of marriage.