Aruba? No, been there, shot that.

Caribbean? No, she warrants there.

Costa Rica? No, Edward had warrants there.

Raina was tiredly clicking her way through the travel agent's website, trying to pick out a place for vacation. Unfortunately, their choices were rather limited. If they hadn't already been there several times, then they were wanted for some reason or another.

Belize... they hadn't been to Belize yet. Or rather, she hadn't. Clicking on the link, she calls to Edward in the other room. "Baby? You're not wanted in Belize, are you?"

Ever since her little joke that had blown up in her face, Raina had been playing the good little wife. From making sure dinner was prepared and on time (okay, so it was catered in because she couldn't cook to save her life and routinely tried to set the kitchen on fire making ramen noodles) to making his brand of coffee every morning.

This 'playing nice' bit was starting to get on her nerves. Which is why she was looking through Edward's 'not a chance' pile of job offerings. Maybe if she beat the shit out of a few people she would feel better.

A little violence always cheered her up.

Things had been taken care of with the pard and the few runaway members of the pack. They were settled in cabins in a wildlife preserve that Edward owned in eastern Arizona, near Lyman State park. Lots of land for them to run on and live off of, yet the neighboring towns were shifter-friendly. Plus, they were out of her hair.

Of course, having things go her way put Raina in a rather enjoyable mood, making her want to have a bit of fun. And that fun was going to come at her husband's expense.

She was currently in the spare bedroom, sitting on the bed. Spread out around her were paint cards and decorating magazines, fabric samples and pictures of fully furnished rooms.

Of course, all the pictures were of fully furnished nursery rooms, and the furniture catalog she was looking through had the name of a well known baby store in big letters on the front cover.