Okay...this is kind of a one-shot. And it should really be called "Quilts" instead of "Blankets" but who's paying attention to titles anyway? I was looking at the coming prompts and some will be AU because I have some good AU ideas. I will specify before each if there needs explanation about the universe (such as time period and stuff like that). This one is present universe though with some cuuuteness. Enjoy!

11. Blankets

"Be gentle, Edward."

"I am, but this isn't easy."

"Don't be so rough. It's not that hard if you're gentle."

He muttered something incoherently, but I'm sure it was not very nice. I reached over and took his hands, plucking the sewing needle from them. "You're terrible at this," I chided, grinning at him. He frowned and grabbed the needle.

"I'm not that bad. I mean…look at your stitches! They're…actually, they're quite perfect." His frown grew comically deeper as he examined my tiny, neat stitches in the quilt.

We were—at Esme's suggestion—quilting for the town craft festival. We had endured two long hours of quilting lessons from Esme and then were left alone to complete the project by Saturday, the day of the festival. Esme told me I was doing well…but Edward, on the other hand…not so much.

"Ouch!"

"You stuck yourself again, didn't you?" Edward didn't even look up from his reckless sewing.

"Yes," I mumbled.

"It's a good thing I'm immune to your blood now and everyone else is out of here hanging decorations," he commented dryly.

"Thanks."

"It's not your fault you're so clumsy. It's actually one of your more endearing traits."

"Thanks again. Great to know that you love me because I can't walk on a flat surface without finding something to trip on."

"It's cute."

"Moron."

He looked up then and our eyes met. We stared at each other for only a moment before bursting into laughter. I was wiping tears from my eyes by the time our roars of laughter died down. When I opened my eyes again, Edward was leaning toward me, taking my hand gently.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Nah. It stopped bleeding, too."

"I noticed."

I looked away before I started laughing again. We had to finish the quilt before Esme got home or she would never let us live it down.

The quilt finally got finished, with half tiny, neat stitches and half long, crooked ones. It is funny how there really is something that Edward can't do perfectly…though I don't think he has any desire to. Who wants to quilt anyway?

Who does want to quilt? Oh well, this wasn't much of a one-shot, but it's all I got for now. I'm burnt out dudes. I'm going to try for at least three updates this weekend though because I have NO HOMEWORK, baby! But I'm going to the fair tomorrow and spending the night with a friend so the three will probably be various times Sunday. Maybe I'll go for two...hmmm.