This is a sudden inspiration when I was about to cook. All POVs are Bella. Hope you guys will enjoy!

Disclaimer: Everything Twilight-concerned are all under the copyrights of Miss Meyer. I own nothing except the humour.

Chapter 1: Edward's Pasta

"Edward, I'm really hungry!" I whined.

Edward and I were watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatball, and all the food raining down from the sky was really making me hungry. I tried to recall my last meal – oh, breakfast, about 13 hours ago.

Edward looked at me with stricken eyes. "Oh, my god! I'm so sorry, Bella! What didn't you tell me? Now what you want to eat? Pizza? Italian? Chinese?"

I frowned, then smiled. "I want you to cook for me!"

"Me?"

"Yup. Please," I pleaded, using my eyes to make him agree. "I really, really want you to cook something for me. Anything, please?"

Edward smiled my favourite crooked smile, and pulling me up from the couch, he said, with a traditional bow,

"My pleasure, madam,'

I giggled and settled myself at the dining table as Edward looked about his kitchen searching for food to cook. It's funny that he had to open every shelf to see what's inside, as it's obvious that he and the rest of the Cullens didn't eat here.

"Pasta? Steak? Or you prefer…?" Edward asked me, holding up the ingredients.

"Um….. Pasta, please. Make it Fettuccini carbonara,'

"Right away, madam!"

I sat admiring Edward as he busied about the stove, thinking how to cook the pasta. He filled a pot with cold water and just dumped the pasta inside without waiting for the water to boil. The he set the pot on the stove, turned it on to the maximum fire. I stifled a giggle.

Edward then opened a can of carbonara sauce and put it in the micro-wave. He set it for twenty minutes. I giggled again. Esme won't be too happy about the mess, even if they didn't use the kitchen.

The front door opened and Carlisle came in to the kitchen, back from the hospital.

"Edward?" he stared incredulously at his cooking son.

"Hey, Carlisle," I greeted. "He's cooking pasta for me."

"Cooking?" suddenly Carlisle's eyes lit up. "Why is he cooking?"

"Because I'm hungry," I laughed.

"It's all my fault," confessed Edward. "I forget Bella needs food more constantly than us, and had deprived her of food for 13 hours,"

"Edward! How could you!" Carlisle scolded. "You should remember. It's unhealthy for Bella! She could have stomach problems,"

"It's okay, Carlisle," I smiled. "It's just today,"

Carlisle examined Edward's cooking, and frowned, "Is pasta supposed to be so sticky? It looked like it had stick all together,"

I laughed as Edward looked aghast at his pasta. The pasta could hardly be regconized: it is all a stick glue mess, the water was almost finished. He looked helplessly at me, and I laughed so hard I fell to the floor, bruising my arms.

Before I could recover, there was a huge BANG, and smoke came out from the micro-wave.

Well what do you think about it? Please review! Would you like every Cullen member to cook for Bella?

Thanks! honeypianobs