Edward chuckled. “Some things never change,” he sighed – almost wistfully, I thought, or maybe I was just imagining things.

“I wouldn’t be talking,” I shot back. “I seem to recall some cookies that you ruined, Mister I Can Do Everything Perfectly.” Which, admittedly, had been true all the way up until a certain incident that had occurred when we were juniors in college.

“Hmm,” he said thoughtfully. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. Must have slipped my mind.”

“Selective memory,” I countered.

“Mmm, perhaps.” He sounded highly amused. I could practically hear him smirking, that tender light in his eyes as he teased me. My heart ached to see his face, if only for a moment. We hadn’t laid eyes on each other in years.

“Well,” I said, before the now-familiar pain could overtake me. “I remember it. And don’t try to deny it, because I know you do too.”

“I can get nothing past you,” he sighed in mock despair, still teasing me. “But if I do recall correctly, you were the one who started it.

“Was not.” I scoffed.

He laughed. “Oh, yes you were!”

-Flashback-

“Do you remember the last time you made cookies, Bella?” Edward sighed, watching me whiz around the huge kitchen in our new apartment. I was still angry at Edward for spending so much money on it, but the truth was that I had fallen in love with the place. We’d just moved in the day before, and I was elated. We had to do something to celebrate.

“Yep,” I replied cheerfully. I tripped over a chair leg on my way past him, but he caught me around the waist before I could fall. He righted me carefully.

“And the fire department showed up at the door,” he hinted. I blushed. That was a painful experience that I had tucked away into the farthest reaches of my memory. It involved some burnt cookies, a fire alarm, and a very angry woman next door.

“That’s why you’re with me this time,” I told Edward confidently. “With you around, there’s no way I can mess this up.” I swore he was my good luck charm. I was safe when I was with him.

Edward wrapped his arms more securely around my waist and pulled me to him. He kissed the top of my head and chuckled. “If you say so.”