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Okay. So Cheyanne-Nicole gave me this profile because she didn't like her story(s). I APOLOGIZE IF YOU LOVED HER STORY! But you can yell in a PM (or review *wink wink* then I will gladly yell at her. But she's going through some tough stuff right now. She's' discontinued her stories. I guess is the point... el oh el.

Summary: So, as we all know Edward comes over allot, and humans have to eat. He complains allot about how bad the food smells. One day Bella gets tired of it and tells Edward to cook. Romance. Fluff. Humor. First Fiction! Please tell me what you think!! A one shot sort of. R&R :D ExB

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He smiled and looked at me. "But I did."

"Then why did you look lost?" I asked.

"Err… Cause I wanted to see what you would do?" He said it like a question.

I shook my head and laughed. "That was lame."

Edward laughed. "I've been known to be lame every once in awhile."

I rolled my eyes. "Edward, I think you should bend down and get the cleaning supplies. I. Am. Not. Helping. Clean this mess up." I said again with as much of authority as I could muster.

Edward looked like he could have cried if he was able to. But I knew he couldn't so I just stared back. Eventually he sighed and said. "Yes, ma'am, If you say so."

"I do." I said. Edward quickly looked at me. The expression on face was clear.

"Wedding, Bells?" Suddenly a voice came from behind me that caused me to jump.

I quickly turned to see Charlie standing there. "Isabella? Are you okay? You seem a little off."

"Oh? Me? Yea, I'm… Great! Perfect. I mean… Yea, I am." I shook my head. I could hear Edward chuckling. I turned to him with a glare plastered on my eyes. (A/n: that doesn't make sense)

"Um… Yea. What brings you in here, dad?" I asked.

"Um... I heard yelling... laughing... and err... I think I heard something crash..." Charlie said looking kind of sad.

I looked at Edward and our eyes met. "Um… Nope. Everything's fine in here dad." I looked back at him. "Edward is just getting, some uh… cooking tips." I said with a grin.

Edward behind me scoffed.

"Oops!" I said and quickly covered my mouth. "Did I just tell him something I wasn't supposed to, Edward?" I looked at him quickly and blushed.

He looked back at me with a sigh.

I looked at my dad with a slight grin on my face.

"Don't worry Chief Swan, I'm watching her." Edward said softly.

"She's not the one I'm worried about, son." Charlie said.

'Son,' I thought quickly. 'did he just call him, son?!"

Charlie walked over to me and kissed the top of my head with a sigh. He bent down and whispered into my ear, 'Remember this is my house and I'm watching you kid.'

I sighed. I knew Edward could hear him. "Yes, Dad, I know."

Charlie left the room walking backwards to prove his point.

Edward came up behind me and sighed, putting a hand on my waist.

"That makes six, seven people watching you, now." He said with a grin.

"Seven?!" I yelped. "What do you mean?" I asked turning to him.

"Cleaning supplies!" Edward said quickly. "I need those cleaning supplies!"

I smiled, and shook my head.

Edward grinned. "So… What do I need first?" He asked.

I laughed. "How many years with, Esme, and you have to ask me what you need?"

He grinned and laughed. "Okay, when she gets cleaning mode, I run"

I quickly rolled my eyes and laughed. "Just start cleaning and I'll start dinner. NO COMPLAINTS!"

Edward looked kind of shocked.

"Oh, yea!" I said, "I can be very authority-ized."

Edward then, still looking at me, momentarily. Two seconds later he was laughing his head off at me.

I took some of the tomato sauce that just happened to be laying on the counter, on the tip of my finger. I looked at Edward.

"I'd stop laughing if I was you."

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