Two years after the twins were born. (Twins are two, Sophie is eleven, Miloh is eight.)

As I rounded the corner with the cereal we needed I stopped, gazing down the aisle at my husband. He had a small smile on his face, laughing shyly while a woman stood next to him cooing at the twins. A twinge of jealousy ran through me, but when I saw the rosiness of his cheeks and the way he wasn't looking directly at her I just let him have his moment. I know how hot my husband is, and sometimes he needs to be reminded, too. It's not everyday a twenty-year-old flirts with him.

After a few minutes she walked away, not without a glance behind her as she did. I made my way over and dropped the box in the cart. Harry reached for whatever he needed off the shelf and I smiled at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"Okay."

"They didn't have the bran cereal you like," I told him, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Umm...I'm sorry?"

"Hmm." I stepped in front of him and put my hands on the cart. Harry laughed and fell into step next to me. Skyler fiddled with my wedding ring and Ella kept reaching for Harry. Our beautiful dark-haired twins often drew attention. Harry and I had a habit of making beautiful babies. These two were no exception. They looked like they were pulled from a storybook, dark chocolate brown waves. They, like Miloh, had my blue eyes. Sophie was the only one that inherited Harry's emeralds.

"Stay in there, baby," Harry said to Ella. She whimpered. As usual, he sighed and gave in, lifting a now smiling Ella out of the cart.

"They know how to get what they want," I said, laughing at him. Harry didn't seem to mind.

"They're the babies. They're supposed to be spoiled. Plus, there's going to be a time when I can't pick up any of my kids and I want to take advantage."

"You make it so hard to scold."

"I do what I can," he said proudly.

So for the rest of our time in the market Harry held onto Ella, who never complained one more time. Skyler eventually got jealous, and when that happened he held onto both of them. Their high-pitched giggles drew eyes all around us but the last thing I felt about that was embarrassed.

"I forgot to get blueberries for Sophie," I said when we were standing in line. I smiled at Harry and he laughed.

"Yeah, I'll get them."

"Thanks, baby."

Ella waved over his shoulder at me while the three of them walked away, Skyler scurrying around beside him now instead of in his arms. While I waited for the older woman in front of me to be finished with the belt I flipped through a magazine. These were the only moments I had to read.

"Did you drop this?"

I turned around and looked at the man who was talking to me, taking note of the toy in his hand. He held it out and I took it.

"Yes, thank you."

"Do you always carry baby toys?" he asked. He smiled a charming smile and I laughed quietly.

"Only when my babies are with me," I said. "I guess they're not really babies, though."

"How old?"

"Two year old twins."

He laughed and stayed in place behind me with his basket. "That sounds like a handful."

"It's fun." I started loading my purchases onto the counter and he stepped up to help me. I didn't want to be rude and ask him to leave me alone, but it was a little weird. "Thanks."

"I'm surprised a pretty woman is shopping alone," he said smoothly.

"She's not."

I cringed and made a point of not looking up from unloading my shopping cart. Harry put one of the girls back in the seat and stood a little too close to the man that was helping me. They both paused and I took the fruit from Harry's hand.

"I can take it from here," Harry said angrily. "My wife, after all."

"Sorry, mate. I didn't realize," the guy said.

"You didn't see the ring on her finger?"

"Harry," I pleaded quietly. After a few more seconds of angry staring I tugged on his arm. "You have the money, right?"

"Yeah," he mumbled. I took Ella from his arms and he stepped around me. The guy took a step back and avoided looking at me altogether, and when I looked at our cashier she was trying to bite back a smile. I just waited quietly until Harry was finished. With both girls and all the bags loaded back into the cart we made our way back to the car.

"Harry, lose the jealousy face," I said finally. He rolled his eyes and opened the back of the minivan to load the bags in. "He was just being nice."

"He was flirting with you!"

"He was not."

"He called you pretty."

"Are you saying I'm not pretty?"

He sighed. "You know that's not what I'm saying," he said, tugging me close. "It's the reason I can't leave you alone."

"Wait. Is that why you always insist on doing this with me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. Harry smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "Harry! That's so...that's not nice!"

"It's only a little bit of the reason. I like spending time with you."

I rolled my eyes and pushed away from him to put the girls in their car seats. When we were all loaded up and Harry started driving I refused to look at him. Harry chuckled to himself and I denied every attempt to hold my hand or touch me in any way.

"Baby, you can't seriously be mad at me," he said when we were home. The girls went running to the playroom and I put the bags on the counter to put everything away. "What is the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you're being a petty asshole," I said.

"I don't like other men hitting on my wife. How is that me being an asshole?"

"No, you coming places with me to make sure it doesn't happen is you being an asshole."

"Savannah-"

"I saw that woman flirting with you," I said, slamming a door shut. Harry scrunched his eyebrows together.

"When?"

"At the store. When I was getting cereal."

"She wasn't flirting with me. She was probably half my age," he said dismissively.

"I saw her. Trust me, she was flirting with you. But I didn't say anything because I trust you and I know that it's harmless," I said, angrily putting things away again. "I didn't go all alpha-male and scratch her eyes out."

"That's a contradictory statement."

"You're so-" I shoved a box against his chest and held my finger in his face. "Stop smiling."

"I'm not," he said, laughing anyway.

"It's not funny!"

"It is a little bit."

"I hate you."

Harry laughed again and wrapped his arms around me, too tight for me to move away. When I put my hand over his mouth so he couldn't kiss me he rolled his eyes.

"You have to trust me," I said. "You can't just go places with me to make sure no one talks to me. And you can't assume that every man that talks to me is flirting with me."

Harry gently removed my hand and placed it against his chest. "They are, but I'll just have to pretend it doesn't bother me."

"Are you really telling me that after ten years of being married to me you still get jealous?"

"Baby, the day that stops is the day we have a problem. It's good that I'm jealous."

"Agree to disagree," I whispered, pecking his lips. Harry laughed. "And as punishment you get to finish putting everything away."

"Okay fine. The real reason I'm jealous is because those men don't have to put up with your bossiness," he called after me.

I went to play with the twins instead. I guess it's alright that Harry gets jealous; it would be worse if he didn't show interest and didn't care that other men did. There could be worse things to complain about, but if he didn't trust me that would be a bigger problem.

Notes

i know its short but i didn't know what else to do after that :P