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My Valentine?

A series of one-shots of what various couples of Twilight have done on this oh-so beautiful holiday of Valentine's Day. Quil and Claire are up!!!


9. Quil and Claire

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There was frosting everywhere. There was frosting in my hair, on my clothes, and I'm pretty sure it was somehow in my socks. As much as I loved Claire and adored my 3 year old soul mate, it was at times like these that I couldn't wait for her to grow up.

I had jumped at the chance to spend Valentine's Day with Claire. Her mother had been ecstatic to hear that I would be helping, and at the time I couldn't understand how a dozen little girls would be hard to control. I was starting believe that fighting new born vampires was easier than this.

There was Barbie doll accessories littered all over the floor. Dresses, shoes, brushes, clips, pets--it looked like a tornado had hit some itty bitty plastic town. At least with the Barbies, the little girls were getting along, playing happily on the rug. The cookies, however, were another story.

They screeched, they yelled. I want the pink sprinkles, I want the red nonpareils, I want the white sugar!!! Frosting was spilled, sprinkles were scattered, candy was eaten, and cookies were somehow decorated. Even though there were plastic spoons on the table for the kids to spread the icing with, they all decided to use their grubby little fingers to cover their cookies with luscious sugar, before licking their fingers and grabbing at the other candies.

I helped Claire's mother clean the kitchen as the girls played in the living room. I was exhausted and exasperated.

"How do you do it?" I asked her, watching as she wiped down the last of evil frosting off the white countertop.

"Do what?" She asked, putting her hand on her hip and smiling confusedly.

"Handle all of them and still be smiling?" She laughed lightly.

"When you have children you'll find out."

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Quil!” Claire yelled excitedly as she came in the kitchen for another cookie. I grinned and picked her up, kissing her atop the nose.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Claire Bear…” I whispered to her.

The entire day--frustration and frosting included--was worth that moment for me.