Reading. That's what you liked to do. Weren't working? Reading. Weren't cooking? Reading. Hell you probably had your own library at this point.

Eddie didn't mind the fact that you read so much or had so many books. Though he hated when he got needy and you had your nose dug into a book.

It was one of those days. You we're reading, knees propped up as you flipped there the pages. Eddie's arms were wrapped around your knees. "C'mon babe. Leave the book for a bit." he whined like a child at you