A/N: Happy birthday, Melooza! Hope you have a wonderful day.
As ever, I do not own Twilight – it owns me.
The music changes the second I step through the door, welcoming me home. I smile for the first time all day. It’s been harrowing. I want nothing more than to hole up in the comfort of my man’s arms.
As if sensing my mood, the music shifts again, becoming soothing and sultry at once as I go about my rituals.
When I make it to the living room, Edward looks up, continuing to play. “Hey, baby,” he murmurs as I walk over to him.
“Hey,” I reply, resting against the piano, listening.
He finishes. Stepping up to him, I kiss him. “Thank you.”