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A/N: Let's dive into another new flash, shall we? :D

Chapter-11: Forbidden

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Prompt: #11: Forbidden
Main Character: Edward Cullen
Rating: T
Word Count: 500

I try to sneak a peek around the doorway, hoping to catch her eyes. Maybe luck is on my side today, because I seem to succeed.

She blinks and tries to hide her smile.

I motion for her to come to me and eye the treasure sitting in front of her.

She starts to nod slowly before suddenly widening her eyes.

Instinctively, I turn to look behind me and find myself face to face with my mother.

Shit! So, maybe luck is not on my side today.

"Hey, mom, have I told you how beautiful you look todaaaayyyy?" I stretch the last word out as she smacks the back of my head.

"EDWARD ANTHONY CULLEN, WHICH PART OF 'YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO ENTER THE KITCHEN TODAY' DID YOU NOT GET?" she screams.

I flinch away from her. "Sheesh, mom, you just turned me deaf."

"Good. Now go away and don't try to sneak any pies out of here before I say it's dinner time," she responds.

"But, mom, it's Thanksgiving. You know how thankful I always am for your pies." I cannot help but whine a like a little kid.

She rolls her eyes at me. "You won't die out of starvation if you wait another damn hour for the pie, Edward."

"You don't know that," I mutter petulantly.

The sound of a giggle makes us both look inside the kitchen, only to find Bella, my beautiful fiancée, giggling like a schoolgirl.

Narrowing my eyes at her, I ask, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

She wipes the corner of her eyes and nods.

Pouting like a little boy, I walk away and go sit out on the porch.

After sitting there for a few minutes, I hear footsteps approaching me. Without even looking up, I know it's Bella the moment she touches my shoulder.

"Hey," she calls softly as she sits down on the porch swing beside me. "I'm sorry you got caught by Esme."

Even though I cannot stay mad at her, I try, and respond stoically, "You were laughing at me."

She slides closer to me and presses a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. "I was laughing at how adorable you looked when you got caught."

Not letting my smile escape, I say, "You know, no guy likes his fiancée calling him adorable, right?"

"If I adore you, I can call you adorable."

I finally let the smile break through and grin at her. "Do you adore me enough to get me a slice of pie?"

Shaking her head at me, she reaches behind her back and holds out a plate with a pie slice on it. "Apparently."

"I knew there's a reason I love you!"

I kiss her thank you before digging in. I even share half of it with her.

"BELLA! YOU'RE FORBIDDEN FROM ENTERING THE KITCHEN IF YOU'RE GOING TO SNEAK HIM PIES LIKE THIS …" We hear my mom scream from inside and we giggle.

This time, we're in this together.

A/N: Poor Esme! If you have read my other stuff, then you should know how much I love humor. So yeah, I couldn't help but write this one. :D

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