I've decided to just do drabbles for this fic. I think it'll work out better than a story, and I'll probably get more updates in this way. Well, enjoy ;)
Perfect
Her red hair was pulled into a messy bun, fly away strands outlining her face. The shirt she was wearing still had jelly stains from breakfast, and her ill fitting sweats needed a good cleaning. She was tired, and falling asleep next to him on the couch, though he could tell she was trying to force her eyes open.
"Vicky," he was the only one aloud to call her that, and he used it every chance he got, "You need to go to sleep, love. It's late."
She mumbled something he couldn't hear, and stumbled into their bedroom; but not before tripping over a random shoe that had been left out. She let out a curse, and slammed the door. Teddy smiled.
What did he do to deserve this perfect woman?
Yes, I know. Another short one. I have just been WAY busier than I thought I would be these past few weeks, and everything has just flown by. But anyway, expect a lot of updates soon. I've been in kind of a writing mood lately, so…