It seemed relatively impossible that someone would be able to go through their whole life and not mess up or be clumsy at least once.

Everyone made mistakes at some point – and if they didn't, they were insanely lucky.

You, however, were clumsy 24/7.

It definitely made for an interesting life but every single time you managed to hurt yourself, by accident, your husband would nearly have a heart attack.

The two of you had been together since you were sixteen and he was seventeen; it was rare for werewolves to imprint at that age, but Paul had imprinted on you.

Five years later you thought Paul would have been used to your clumsiness, however he was just as protective has he had always been.

Not that that surprised you.

You were quite short, so trying to reach things in high cupboards weren't the easiest – you'd taken to climbing onto the countertop in order to reach the cupcake tray that was on the highest possible shelf ever.

"What on earth are you doing?"

Paul's voice from behind you caused you to jump and topple backwards off the counter.

You squealed out of shock but sighed in relief when Paul's arms encircled you.

"Uh...thanks Babe."

Paul sighed in frustration as he placed you on the floor. "I cannot leave you alone for five minutes."

"I just wanted to make cupcakes," you pulled the puppy dog eyes at him as you spoke.

"You could've asked me to help Babygirl."

You shrugged. "You were doing stuff."

"I was watching tv."

"That counts as stuff!"

Paul chuckled before tugging you into his chest. "You are just too clumsy."

"You think I don't know that?" you quizzed jokingly. "You, Mr Lahote, are just too protective."

Paul scoffed, pulling away from you slightly to look down at you. "You're my wife, let me be protective."

"Of me in our own home?"

"I have to protect you from yourself – remember when you stapled your thumb?"

You rolled your eyes but had a smile on your face nonetheless. "One time!"

"And it shouldn't have even happened that one time!"

"Babe, I am not going to chop my own arm off."

He chuckled again. "I wouldn't put it past you."

"You act as if I can't take care of myself."

Your husband raised in eyebrow in disbelief, causing you to start laughing.

"Okay, I may lack some spatial awareness."

"Babygirl, you lack all forms of staying upright."

You pouted at him but couldn't really disagree, considering the best part of your day would usually consist of you falling over somehow.

Paul then handed you the cupcake tray that had fallen on the floor.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, making you smile and go on your tiptoes to kiss him properly.

"Now Mrs Lahote, how about making those cupcakes?"

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