Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with it. Plus if I was Stephenie Meyer my name would be Stephanie. You know, the proper way.
A/N: I'm procrastinating...again. Damn. Bah. My drabbles are awesome (somewhat) because they're all 100 words exactly.
He lay on the bed, sighing peacefully. He looked to his side, watching Bella breathe rhythmically. Edward smiled and traced a random pattern down the side of her ribs, chuckling when she squirmed as he hit her ticklish spot. He held his breath in anticipation, but she merely stirred. Edward beamed, adjusting his lanky frame beneath the scratchy covers of Bella's bed.
Edward was happy, alight with a post-coital glow. Bella was asleep, and Emmett wasn't harassing him..yet. All was right with the world.
Then the door banged open, and Charlie Swan burst in, his face purple with rage.
Shit.