Prompt by Juliangelus: Toothpaste
Rating: T
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. The Twilight Saga and all characters, recognizable settings, etc. involved within are the property of Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: Thank you all so much for all of your support, it means a lot to me. I'm having fun with this and can feel my confidence coming back, so hopefully I'll have something for Alter Bound and Preternatural Alliance very soon. :)
Straws, Camel Backs, and Dirty Bathrooms
I love my husband, I really, really do.
He's always supportive, no matter what I know that Jasper will be there and will be my biggest fan.
He knows when to hold my hand and when I just need to be alone. Better than that even, he never gets upset by the fact that I need more alone time than most people do. He's never insecure about it and never thinks it's a reflection of him or my feelings for him.
Jasper accepts me for exactly who and what I am.
He is a fantastic lover. He's not selfish at all and never judges me on my kink. Not that he really could, he's just as twisted as I am.
He does most of the dishes because he knows I have an, albeit irrational, hatred of doing dishes. I even hate the dishwasher. He never complains because in turn, I do most of the cooking and shopping.
Jasper surprises me with "just because presents" just so I know that he's always thinking about me. That and he's just super-sweet like that.
I'm not always the easiest person to get along with, but he always loves me and supports me.
I love my husband. With all my heart, I love him. He is the most wonderful man in the world and is so much more than I ever could have even thought to ask for in a friend, lover, and partner.
This is what I tell myself as I stare into the bathroom mirror, trying desperately not to loose my shit. He's wonderful, Bella….You love him, Bella….He puts up with a lot of crazy shit from you, Bella…I love him….Think of all of the wonderful things about him, the wonderful things he does just to make me happy…I lo-Gah!
I mean, how fucking hard is it to either A) Aim better or B) Wipe the foamy spittle off of the fucking mirror? And it's not like he isn't aware that he's doing it. We've talked about it like 500 times.
It's disgusting and just lazy. I mean, yeah. I understand that it happens when you're brushing your teeth, but it takes what? Thirty seconds to wipe it off the damn mirror? And it's not as though he's blind and can't see it RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM.
Wait. Calm down, Bella, the rational, less crazy side of my mind whispers. This isn't worth an argument, just wipe it off and be done with it.
He's a wonderful man.
I love him.
He's a wonderful man.
I love him.
As I tick off all of the sweet and loving things he does for me, I feel myself calm down. I realize that I'm being just a tad irrational and it isn't worth an argument. I can just wipe the mirror off and be done with it because he is a wonderful man and I love him.
Deep breaths, in and out. Slowly. Good.
And I'm calm. I wipe the mirror down and resolve not to let this make me so angry.
Until I see it. His dirty. Fucking. Underwear. Just laying on the bathroom tiles. NEXT to the fucking hamper. Something he knows I hate, something he knows drives me just a little fucking crazy, something he keeps saying that he won't fucking do anymore because the fucking hamper is right fucking next to his dirty fucking underwear and it takes like minimal fucking effort and maybe fifteen fucking seconds to pick them up and put them in the fucking hamper. I mean, really!.
AUGH!
I lov—I'm gonna kill him!