I was given the following prompt, and this is the result. Imagine what our kids would look like.

Priceless

"Oh, for God's sake," Bella groaned, pressing her lips tightly together. It took all her patience to look at the variety of potato chips in front of her, and not cast a lethal stare towards the two girls at the end of the aisle, their heads close together, giggling, and failing masterfully at acting inconspicuously.

"What's wrong, Bells?" Jacob asked, three different brands of chips in his hands. Bella knew he would end up buying all of them anyway, and the fact that they were spending useless time standing in this aisle just unnerved her even more.

Arms crossed in front of her chest, she curtly nodded her head in the direction of the two girls, raising her eyebrows.

Jacob followed her hint, forehead wrinkling in confusion.

"What?"

"Couldn't you have worn a sweater, or a jacket? It's November, Jacob," Bella hissed, eyeing Jacob's tight, black t-shirt with hostility.

"I don't need that, you know that," he answered, grabbing another bag of chips.

"Yeah, but you're attracting those Neanderthals' attention."

Jacob looked up again, inspecting the two girls at the end of the aisle.

"What are you talking about, Bells?"

"They're ogling you like food, and they're giggling, and they're like twelve years old," Bella spat, taking a step towards Jacob.

The grin that stretched across Jacob's face almost increased Bella's rage to the boiling point.

"First, I believe Neanderthals isn't really the appropriate term here. Second, they're not twelve, and third, I think someone is jealous here."

"I am not," Bella hissed, stomping her foot on the ground at the smug expression on Jacob's face, "But you seem to enjoy this way too much."

"Well, what can I say? They simply can't resist my incredibly handsome, athletic, hot, irresistible-"

"Oh, just shut up, Jake," Bella groaned, taking the bags of chips out of Jacob's hands.

"Hey, not fair, not my food!"

Bella simply raised her eyebrows, knowing Jacob would not try to take the bags from her with those barbies watching.

"Maybe they're looking at you, Bells," Jacob suggested lamely, "You never know these days. Any chance you'd let me...watch?"

"Jake!" Bella playfully slapped Jacob's arms, knowing very well by now that attempting to actually hurt him would only result in her own pain, "Now you're being ridiculous."

"Why? You're hot, why couldn't they be looking at you?"

The blush that tinted Bella's cheeks was about as deeply crimson as the bag of potato chips in her hand, and she knew there was no way to hide it from Jacob.

"Seriously. You're hot, I'm hot. Imagine what our kids would look like, Bells."

"Just shut up, Jake," Bella murmured, shoving the bags back into Jacob's arms. He chuckled, dropping them into the shopping cart.

"Let's go," he said, pushing the cart with one hand, the other enveloping Bella's, intertwining their fingers as they walked down towards the checkout.

Bella could not help but smile as they passed the girls, the disappointed expression on their faces priceless, and she leaned closer into Jacob's side.