TWO
"I'm home!" He yelled, feeling somehow happy that hhis woman was home and from the smell of it, had cooked dinner.
"Hey, welcome home." She came into view, wearing a soft-indigo apron and her hair pulled up into messy bun.
"How was your day?" he asked as he followed her towards the kitchen.
"It's good. How's work?" She put plates of steaming dishes on the dining table, smiling at his obvious appreciation.
She learned how to cook for her sake and though she enjoyed it; she rarely volunteered to cook. She loved to cook for him though; she had this happiness whenever his eyes light up because of her cuisine.
"Aw! That's hot!" He had picked one small piece of still hot meat and his tongue was burned as the result.
"That's your own fault. Idiot."
He stared at her in mischief and without further ado, grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.
She pounded her fits into his back, "Hey! Put me down! I was joking!"
He did put her down –unceremoniously- onto the coach. Her breath escaped in a whoosh.
He ran his fingers on her side, under her shirt and soon she was squirming.
"Stop! It tickles, jerk!"
That only made him even more determined; she wasn't a ticklish person and yet she was hyper-sensitive for him, not only that made him felt good about himself, he loved to tease her.
Her breathless laughs filled the apartment and he found himself chuckled along. He then stopped and stared at the flushed-face woman beneath him. Her eyes were twinkling and lovely blush filled her cheeks.
His eyes softened at the scene. She was beautiful.
AN
Well, that's a one happy moment! It's short, i know. But hey, it's memory! :D
About the name thing...well, the word 'Bella-Edward' will soon appear, but...it's up to which memory.
