Hey everyone! Here's a new Snapshot for you all. This one takes place after chapter 9 of Strong Enough.

I want to thank IronAmerica and XxDeathStarxX for their reviews last chapter.

I do not own The Cape.

The finer things in life- Chapter Four: Paint

Orwell Faraday was pulling into her driveway from a trip to the local bookstore. Now into the fifth month of her first pregnancy, the blogger had wanted to check out parenting books, baby names books, and anything else she could get her hands on about pregnancies. As she parked into the driveway, she smiled when she saw Vince's truck parked in the grass. However, that smile faltered when she looked at the outside of her home.

Their old style Victorian home normally was exceptionally beautiful, but right now, it looked like the home needed a serious re-paint. Orwell groaned at the fading paint job they had put on their house months ago. Well that was the last time they bought paint from the hardware store. With a sigh, the blogger turned to the passenger seat and grabbed her bag of books, her purse, and got out of the car. Closing the door to, Orwell padded down the sidewalk that led to her front door. With her knee up against said door, she grabbed the keys from her purse and let herself in the house.

The expecting blogger could hear the television from there. She walked into the living room and placed her bags on the coffee table in front of the couch. Before she could turn to say something to husband, he got up from the couch, took her into her arms, and locked her into a kiss.

Slowly, they pulled apart. Still only millimeters apart, Orwell smiled at Vince and placed a finger over his lips. "It's nice to see you too, Vince."

The Cape hugged his wife and, with his lips at her ear, he whispered, "How was your day?"

"It went alright," the blogger said as she nuzzled her face into Vince's chest.

"Yeah? What's in the bags?" Vince asked.

Orwell glanced over at her bag on the coffee table. "Just some baby books from the bookstore."

The Cape grinned down on her. "And how is the little guy?"

His wife moved her head to look down at her quite round belly. Placing a hand on top of it, Orwell replied, "Very restless. He won't sit still for one second."

Vince, with that same smile on his face, put a hand over the side of the blogger's stomach. "Well maybe he just wants Mom to sit still too."

"I can't sit still," Orwell started, walking out of her husband's arms. "I've got to cook and I need to get some laundry done," she walked over to the coffee table, picked up her bags, and disappeared from the room.

Vince shook his head and laughed as he followed the blogger. She had walked upstairs and entered their bedroom. Standing in the doorway, he watched his wife as she placed the new books on their bookshelf across the room and hung her purse on the doorknob to the closet. Vince then stepped up to his wife, lifted her into his arms, and placed her on the bed. Crawling up next to her, the Cape draped an arm across her shoulders and kissed her gently.

"Vince, this isn't getting anything done," Orwell started, turning around to face him.

The Cape filled in the gap between them with a kiss. "You need to rest."

The blogger quirked an eyebrow up. "And let you cook dinner?"

"Sure, why not?" Vince asked with a smile.

Orwell leaned forward and kissed him again before she replied, "Not to shatter your man ego, but, there is a reason why a woman cooks for her man."

Her husband chuckled. "Okay so I try to get you to rest your feet and you insult my cooking abilities?"

The blogger gave him an innocent smile. "Only a little bit."

Vince smiled and pressed his forehead against hers. "You should win the annual award for best wife."

"Oh I've already won that award," Orwell smirked and started a kiss that was drawn out for a few more moments.

"Well aren't you special?" Vince asked with a grin.

"You married me didn't you?" the blogger said.

The Cape was expecting another kiss from his wife, only to be surprised when she got up from the bed. "Where do you think you're going?" Vince asked, scooting to the end of the bed.

Orwell turned around and hovered over her husband before kissing him softly. "I am going to start dinner," she said as she stroked Vince's face with her thumb.

"Alright. I love you," the Cape said with a loving smile.

"And I love you," the blogger replied. She was embraced once more before she turned to leave. Vince watched his wife as she walked out of the door. Unexpectedly, Orwell turned back around and rested her head against the door frame. "Vince," she began.

The Cape then looked back at her with a gentle smile. He took in her full profile; he thought she was absolutely the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Vince loved how her protruding stomach gave her extra curves. Or how her long, dark hair framed her already gorgeous face. "Yeah?" Vince asked in a marveled tone.

"You need to seriously consider putting a new coat of paint on the house," the blogger started, she looked into his eyes as she continued, "It's starting to look like crap out there."

Vince wasn't expecting that one. He watched her smirk back at him. "Alright baby, I'll get some paint first thing in the morning."

"You're such a good husband," Orwell said as she blew him a kiss and disappeared from sight.

Sitting back in the bed, Vince propped his head up behind his arms and sighed a bit. Sometimes it was a bit of a hassle being married to someone as adamant and stubborn as you.

*The Cape*

Luckily, that next day Vince didn't have to go to work. He had planned on surprising his wife by calling a babysitter and taking her out to dinner, but she had been pretty clear about what she wanted. It was best for the husband to just nod and smile, if he wanted to be in his wife's good graces anyway.

Their house had been painted a light shade of green, and everyday, it was looking like a whole other color.

Vince started out rather early due to the enraged fireball that was the Summer sun. He dressed in his most worn out clothes for this job, and with a ladder and paint roller, he went to work.

Orwell considered herself a pretty nosey person, especially with her husband. Every chance she had, she took the time to look out of the windows, or even go outside to watch over Vince herself. The first time she went outside, the Cape practically jumped out of his skin, she had snuck up on him so quietly.

The blogger came outside in the blistering heat, bearing a glass of lemonade for Vince. She stepped outside and looked around for her husband. Blocking the brutal sun with her hand, Orwell searched high and low for him. When she entered their side yard, she immediately found the Cape. He was about halfway up the ladder, stretching high to get the peak of the wall. "Vince!" Orwell called out to him.

That was when he practically fell off the ladder. His wife saw him jolt; he then turned around and saw the brunette scrunching her face up to keep the sun out of her eyes. Vince climbed down from the ladder and strode up to Orwell. Wiping sweat from his brow, the Cape took a deep breath and spoke to his wife, "Hey baby," with a smile.

"I didn't mean to scare you," the blogger spoke, extending her arm to offer the glass of lemonade.

Still out of breath, Vince took the glass and began to drink from it.

Orwell looked back at her husband with a rather concerned face on. "Maybe you should come inside and rest some honey."

Taking the last few chugs from the lemonade, the Cape shook his head. "Nah, I'll be fine," he paused to kiss his wife's temple. "You should go back inside though."

The blogger narrowed her eyes at Vince and snatched the empty glass out of his hands. "Well, I'll be fine too."

Vince ran a hand over Orwell's belly and then caressed her cheek. "I'm worried about the both of you."

"I'm worried about you!" the expecting blogger shot back.

Vince had to catch up with his wife's sudden mood change. "Baby, you should get out of the heat. I'll come inside once I'm done."

"If you have a heat stroke and die-" Orwell had started, only to get interrupted by her husband kissing her. He could feel the blogger try to get out of the kiss, but he wouldn't let her go. After they broke apart, he looked her in the eyes and waited for her to calm down.

The blogger sighed and said to her husband, "You may have calmed me down, but you, Vincent Faraday are not off the hook."

Vince smiled and kissed the top of Orwell's head. "You can chew me out when I get back in the house, okay?"

"Well it's not fun if you're expecting it," Orwell said with a pout.

"I'll act like I have no idea what you're talking about," the Cape offered.

"Really? You'd do that for me?" the blogger asked with a smile.

"Yep," Vince said as he wrapped an arm around her waist possessively.

Orwell whacked him in the arm and gave him a reprimanding glare. "How would you like sleeping on the couch tonight? Or maybe sleeping in Lacy's bed?"

"I'm not gonna win today, am I?" the Cape asked with a grin.

"No, no I don't think you can," the blogger said with a smug smirk in place.

Vince leaned down to place a kiss on his wife's lips. They kissed for a few moments before the Cape pressed his forehead against hers once more. He finally got her to genuinely smile back at him and instantly felt accomplished.

So, how was the chapter guys? The next chapter is going to be a glimpse into the future.