A/N: Okay, I'm very very close to having the next chapter of Kingdom Come done. In the mean time, I'm updating my one-shots. This was written several weeks ago, so don't think that I don't have my priorities in order. And, all that needs to be said: both human, and this was written long before the ridiculousness that was BREAKING DAWN.
Home Life.
Edward stared, in shock, at the list I had just handed to him. It was color coded, organized by the stores and shops in which he would find every item and then cross-referenced by alternate sources. His face drooped, looking at the six different places he would be going to in order to satiate me. I felt guilty, momentarily, but then remembered that out of the two of us, he had it the easiest.
Suddenly, his face cleared of all chagrin and confusion, and he looked triumphant.
"Oh, are we having a party?" he exclaimed, relieved that he'd seemingly have a fun purpose for driving around town all morning. Traffic was hell in Seattle this time of year, and he'd spend at least two-thirds of the time in his car, wrestling with parking places and rude drivers and stop lights.
"Uhm, no..." I said hesitantly. His face fell again, disappointed that there would essentially be no reward for his unpleasant adventure.
"Bella," he moaned, "Decaf English breakfast tea from Premiere, Marcie's homemade fig cookies, chocolate espresso cupcakes from Chuck's bakery, Mrs. Kim's stir-fry sauce - isn't Mrs. Kim out of town!?" he said, eager to shave off one or two stops from the asinine list. I scowled. I was barely permitted to leave my bed, let alone the house, so he would just have to suffer through it.
"No, she got back two weeks ago," I said, a mix of indignation and mild guilt flavoring my voice. He sighed, scanning down to the bottom of the list where the regular grocery store items were highlighted in blue.
"Three jars of mayonnaise? What, are you going to eat it straight from the jar?" he chuckled, unaware of how right he really was. My sheepish grin alerted him to the fact that that was exactly what I planned on doing. Cravings are cravings, and I had no control over them.
"Eww," he said, an unpleasant expression marring his perfect, angelic features. I laughed, absentmindedly reaching up to stroke the tiny patch of grey developing at his temple. There were no more than ten silver hairs flowing from his hairline, but they drove me wild nonetheless. Edward's face softened, and his glowing green eyes melted me from the inside out. He leaned down to press his lips to mine in a slow, lazy kiss that still set my flesh off in a storm of electric potency, making me feel like I was going to light up and crawl right out of my skin.
I smiled contentedly as I felt his hand curve around the wide arc of my stomach, resting his hand in its usual spot next to my right hip. A fluttery kick from a tiny foot hit the spot beneath the muscle and sinew directly below his palm. He broke our kiss and buried his head in the crook of my neck, breathing in the scent of his favorite lotion of mine, which I'd lathered on generously that morning in efforts to make him more maliable to my demands.
"I love you," he murmured, finally turning away to put on his grey peacoat, wrap a tan cashmere scarf around his pale neck, and grab the keys to our newly purchased Volvo station wagon, "I'll be back...someday."
I giggled as he pressed a final, chaste goodbye kiss to my lips. As he walked through the door, I saw him shake his head and heard him mutter, "Pregnant women."
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