"Dani," someone whispered in my ear.

"Grr," I mumbled.

"Daaaanniii," he whispered again.

"Grr," I muttered a little louder.

"Wake up Dani," Seth said in my ear.

I sighed and snuggled into him instead. It was too cold and the bed was too warm. I heard him laugh and his arms wound around me.

"I will tickle you," he threatened.

I sighed dramatically this time and opened my left eye, "Whaaaaaat?"

"I'm bored," he informed me.

"You woke me up just to tell me you were bored?"

"You're been sleeping forever," he complained.

"And…"

"And I wanna talk to you," he pouted.

I giggled and pushed his lip back into place, "You're cute."

He grinned widely and gave me a wet kiss in the forehead. "Eww," I groaned, wiping his spit off my face.

He laughed, "So Dani?"

"What?" I mumbled, laying my head back down on the pillow.

"Wanna open our wedding presents?"

My eyes flew open, "You know me too well."

"What am I supposed to do with a towel warmer?" Seth laughed.

"I don't know, why don't you ask Embry? It was his genius plan," I giggled.

Seth rolled his eyes and put the present off to the side, picking up another one. He tore off the paper revealing another toaster. I mean, I know I can't cook, but how many toasters does one need? We get takeout sometimes, too.

"Wow a toaster, that's original," I said sarcastically.

"I like toast," Seth defended for Paul.

I threw him an incredulous look before opening another present.

"Now this is useful," I said, holding up the set of wine glasses and expensive wine.

"Not for three more years," Seth warned, pulling the box out of my hand and setting on the ground next to him. Party pooper.

"I will never understand Quil's brain," Seth sighed, showing me the gift.

I burst out laughing. It was that famous American Gothic picture with the farmers on it, but Quil had cut out pictures of our heads and glued them in place of the farmers'. He didn't even do it well and they were terrible pictures of both of us. Seth's eyes were closed and I was in the middle of chewing.

I coughed, "It's the thought that counts?"

"Sure, sure," mumbled Seth, sliding the picture under the bed where it would happily stay for the rest of our lives.

I went to open another gift, but the doorbell rang. I jumped up to get it, running out of our room and down the hall. Seth grabbed me around the waist before I could reach the door and pulled me backwards.

"Hey!" I protested.

"Um, sweetie maybe you should put some pants on or something," he whispered in my ear.

I looked down and blushed when I realized I was wearing just one of Seth's shirts. Good thing he stopped me or we would have had a very surprised guest on our hands.

"Good idea," I agreed and walked back into our room.

After slipping on some boy shorts, I met Seth in the living room. He was staring at a giant box. It was literally the size of a small car, but it was really thin, too. The return address was the Cullen's. Why am I not surprised?

"Open it," I urged.

He laughed and went into the kitchen. I waited impatiently for him to come back with a pair of scissors. He cut open the box and pulled off the lip. Inside was a picture from our wedding. The frame was silver and there were designs around the exterior. The picture inside was stunning. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face when I looked at it. It was a picture of Seth and me dancing at the wedding. We were starring into each other's eyes with complete love and adoration. We both looked amazing, Seth in his tux and I in my wedding dress.

"Oh," I gasped, grabbing his hand.

I finally tore my eyes away from the beautiful picture and looked at Seth. There were tears in his eyes and his smile was bigger than mine. I pulled my hand out of his and wrapper both of my arms around him. He sniffled and then hugged me back. The moment was ruined by his stomach growling loudly.

"Time to put out toasters to good use!" I declared.

Seth and I sat on the balcony of out apartment, eating peanut butter toast. It would have been freezing because it was the middle of December, but I was on Seth's lap and he was keeping me warm. It was snowing and the moment w as so peaceful. A little boy and his dad were building a snowman somewhere off in the distance. I heard Seth sigh.

"Hey Dani," Seth whispered.

"Hmm?"

"How many kids do you want?" he asked quietly. Why does he keep bringing this up?

"Not sure," I mumbled.

"I want six," he sighed, kissing my head.

"SIX?" I yelled, turning to look at him.

He nodded, smiling. I rolled my eyes. Six kids my ass, I don't even know if I want one.

"What?" he asked.

"Seth, that's a lot of kids," I pointed out.

"I love kids," he protested.

"I know, but can't you just play with Claire or something?"

"It's not the same," he muttered, "Why are you so against the whole kid thing?"

"I'm not against it I'm just… hesitant."

"Dani."

"Seth."

"You're scared," he said.

"WHAT? No," I growled.

"Dani."

"Seth."

He sighed, "What is it about the idea of kids scares you?"

"Nothing I just… Ugh, I don't know anything about raising a baby. My parents screwed me up enough; I wouldn't know what to do! They make messes and poop and cry. They have to be fed and I doubt a baby can live off of instant meals. They're actual people and… well, don't laugh… but I've heard giving birth hurts."

Seth took in what I said for a minute before sighing and kissing my shoulder, "Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. But, do you think my parents knew anything about raising Leah and I? Your parents didn't completely screw you up, they just… spoiled you. And yes babies make messes and er poop, but who doesn't? I'm not happy about the pain part, but this is the twenty first century. They have medicines and stuff. And Dani, you're forgetting the most important part of being a parent."

"What?"

He chuckled, "The joy it brings to hold your baby in your arms. How amazing it feels to have your kid tell you they love you."

"Kids actually say I love you to their parents?" I thought that was just something that happened in movies.

"Of course Dani," Seth laughed.

"Never once have I said I love you to either of my parents unless there was something in it for me," I contradicted.

"Really?"

"Yes… I just… I just don't want to talk about this anymore. The idea of kids… it just freaks me out. Maybe in the future. The very far future," I stated, getting up and heading back into the house.

I heard Seth sigh from behind me, but he didn't push the matter further. He knows. I just really don't want kids now… or ever maybe. I always knew what a bother I was to both of my parents, that's why they hired nannies. No mom ever told me what a joy it was to have me around. I never sat on my daddy's lap. No one built a snowman with me. I don't think it would be fair to bring a child into the world, just to give them a tough life. I would be a terrible mom, I just know it.

I brushed my teeth and put on of Seth's t-shirts on, then fell into bed. I was extremely tired and the whole kid thing was giving me a headache. Ten minutes later, I heard Seth come in the room. He laid in bed, not even bothering to change out of his clothes. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, making my breathing heavy. After a minute of silence, Seth leaned over me.

"You are a terrible actor," he breathed in my ear.

I rolled over and glared playfully at him, "Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!" I yelled, hitting him with my pillow.

"Are too," he hit me lightly with his pillow.

"Come on man, you can do better than that," I challenged, hitting him over the head with my pillow.

"Oh you're on!" he laughed.

I did a par core move and stumbled out of bed, running away from him. He chased me around, and then I chased him. I love pillow fights. I ran down the hall, thinking I'd lost him. Turning around, Seth came out of nowhere, crashing on top of me.

"Seth!" I squealed.

He pinned my arms above my head, laughing.

"I win!" he said, planting a slobbery kiss on my lips.

"Fine," I sighed.

He leaned close to me, "I'm sorry," he whispered, "About the whole kid thing. I'll do whatever makes you happy. I promise."

He held out his pinky and I linked it with mine. He smiled at me and kissed me again.

"I love you," I whispered against his lips.

"I love you, too," he sighed.

I'm so glad I didn't marry Kyle!

Kind of a filler chapter I guess:) hope you guys like it. Oh, and I got a review about Alice not being able to see the wolves future, but can see Dani's, so she's able to see what Dani wanted to do. Cleared it up? Hopefully... sooo

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