Yes! Our first fanfiction on this account! Well, this may be a tad too fluffy, but I warned you… And I know that it's a teensy weensy bit too early in the year to be writing a Christmas fanfiction, but it was in my head so I had to write it! Anyway, enjoy!
Author of this fanfiction: Topaz
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Twilight. I do, however, own this fanfiction! And Onyx does not!! HA HA HA!!!
Three things I realized when I woke up that morning:
It was the day before Christmas
It was snowing outside
Edward wasn't in my bed
But then I remembered, he had said the night before that he had to go hunting that morning. Still, it made me sad and lonely, waking up without Edward's arms around me.
But he had promised that he would be back as soon as I finished breakfast.
"It's hibernating season," He had said. "And all of the animals will be asleep, very easy to find, and won't put up much of a fight."
I crawled out of bed and was greeted by a rush of cold air. I put on my warm robe and warmest slippers and slugged down the, thankfully, not tripping and falling flat on my face. Charlie was out fishing with Billy, so I had the whole house to myself.
I made it into the kitchen and fixed myself a bowl of hot oatmeal. I ate it slowly and drank some of my milk. As soon as I was finished, I started to get cold again. Then, suddenly, I started wishing for my mothers' special hot chocolate. It was the most delicious hot chocolate I had ever tasted and she used to make it ever extremely cold day.
I would've made some, but my mom kept the recipe a secret.
-Flashback-
"Mom! Is it ready yet!?" I was getting very impatient.
"Not yet, sweetheart. But it's almost done." My mom was making her famous hot chocolate. I tried to peek over her shoulder to see what she was putting into the pot, but each and every time I tried, she would all but shooed me out of the room.
I slumped into the living room and pouted. The sent of hot chocolate hung in the air, making my mouth water. I whimpered and my mom turned to me with a smirk. I returned it with a glare. She just laughed, rolled her eyes, and went back to work.
I huffed and sank lower into the couch…
Until I heard the three words I'd been dying to hear;
"Bells, it's done."
I couldn't get up fast enough. I charged into the kitchen and grabbed a cup from the cabinet. She took out a big spoon and poured some in.
I took a sip; it was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold, perfectly tantalizing. I stopped to let the warm, chocolaty, liquid pour down my throat. It felt great.
I took another drink, but being the klutz that I was, I spilled some on me. I got some on my neck and a lot on my waist, but for some reason, it didn't feel warm;
It felt ice cold.
And for some reason, it started to feel like arms and lips. (AN: I know, that part was cheesy, but please, don't complain! Please? I kinda thought it was a little cute…)
-End Flashback-
Well that snapped me out of my memory. Edward was grazing my neck, jaw line, and cheek with his lips; his hands on my waist.
I put my hands on his and whispered, "Welcome back."
"Good to be back." He whispered against my throat. I turned around and kissed him; my arms snaking around his neck. I tried to deepen it, just a little, yet again… to no avail.
He caught on and pulled away slowly. He looked at me with a crooked smile, knowing eyes, leaving me dazzled yet again.
I remembered to breathe this time, but it was just short of hyperventilation.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked, curiosity lacing his velvety voice.
"Why do you always want to know what I'm thinking?" I immediately regretted asking, but when I looked into his eyes, he didn't seem upset; but what did I know; I couldn't read minds. He had a sort of 'duh' expression on his face.
Oh, right. Mind reader. It shouldn't have been that easy to forget that!
He leaned down, rested his ice cold cheek against mine. Would I ever get used to his perfection? Probably not. Not like I care. I could have stood like that forever.
"I always want to know what you're thinking, Bella," He emphasized "always" and shook with silent laughter. "Humor me."
He stayed where he was, whispering kisses along my neck, jaw line, and cheek in a continuous pattern.
I died. I was in heaven. I knew it. There was no other explanation for me being in this angel's arms, this moment so perfect, so right in every way.
But –hard to believe- I wasn't dead. This was real. He was real-though I was still afraid that he might just disappear in front of me.
Then it dawned me; it was Christmas Eve. I opened my mouth to speak but I guess it dawned on him too, because, much to my dismay, he pulled away.
"I almost forgot," He said. "Here." Edward reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a gold colored box.
I glared at him. He knew perfectly well that I hated people going out of their way to get me gifts, especially Edward,
He had so much money, so he bought me so many expensive and outstanding gifts and it made me feel insignificant because I could never give anything that good to him.
Edward had said it didn't matter. He didn't expect anything in return, making me feel even more insignificant. But he just laughed.
I sighed. "Shouldn't I wait until tomorrow to open this?"
"Nah, not this one. This needs to be opened this morning. Oh, by the way," He started to sound sarcastic here, like he had repeated this multiple times. Plus he rolled his eyes. "I didn't spend anything. I did for the supplies to make this, but not on the gift itself."
I raised my eyebrows, confused.
"Just open it." He laughed. He handed it to me. I read the top of the box.
To Bella
With love forever,
Edward
Could my blush get any more pronounced!?
I looked at Edward and saw a stunning, loving smile on his face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the table and sat down in Charlie's chair, pulling me down with him, settling me on his lap.
I looked at him and he nodded for me to continue. I hesitantly opened the lid and saw a note on top of the tissue paper. I read the note
Bella, love,
I hope that this will be of use for many more holidays to come
Merry Christmas
Love,
Edward
And, cue blush.
I didn't realize I was crying until Edward wiped his finger across my eyes. I carefully and cautiously unfolded the paper.
My jaw dropped as I saw what it was.
It was a beautiful ornament with a picture of Edward and I in it. It had our names on it and at the bottom it said "Our first Christmas" in Edward's familiar, detailed, scrawl. All of the writing was like that. On the back, it said December 25, 2008.
I looked over my shoulder at Edward, although I couldn't see him very well through the tears in my eyes. He wiped them away.
"This is beautiful, Edward. I love it. Thank you." I said, barely above a whisper.
He smiled my smile- my heart went into over-drive, and he probably heard it, making me blush… again- and kissed my warm cheek. "You're welcome." Edward said, his arms tightening around me for a moment.
I slipped out of them, grabbing the ornament, and walked into the living room. I went to the side table by the loveseat and opened the drawer and found what I was looking for: ornament hooks.
I put the ornament on the hook and was about to put it on the tree, but Edward put a cold hand on mine and we put it on together. Normally I would have found this extremely cheesy and corny with anyone else, but with Edward, it was different. More special, meaningful.
He smiled at me and kissed my nose. I giggled-totally out of character for me- and smiled back. "You never told me what you were thinking about…"
"Oh. Um, just, er, some hot chocolate that Renee used to make. It was delicious, but she always kept the recipe a secret."
"Hmmm…" Edward said with a thoughtful expression. I quirked my eyebrow in confusion.
"Well, it is almost Christmas, and my family wanted us to stop by for a little while. Especially Alice," We both grimaced at that, and then Edward laughed. "And after that, I, er, kinda made some plans for us today."
I glared at him, but he just laughed. "Be nice, Bella," Edward smirked. "I want this to be special for us." He held my hand for a moment.
I sighed. He wasn't making this much easier. His blazing eyes were dazzling me to no end.
I caved. He smiled and took my hand again and made our way to his Volvo.
I had one thing to say at this point:
"Do we really have to go see Alice, Edward?"
He laughed at my whining as he opened the door for me. He helped me in and was on his side before I even clicked my seatbelt.
"Unfortunately, Bella, love, we do." He chuckled again.
"Should I be afraid?"
"Terrified." (Page 480, Breaking Dawn, also owned by Stephenie Meyer)
I had never seen Alice on the holidays. I knew she was a shop-a-holic, but during Christmas… I shuddered.
He laughed. You do NOT want to see Alice at the mall around this time of year."
"I concur." I murmured in agreement as he took my hand. Edward put the key in the ignition and the car purred to life. He pressed the pedal and drove down the road, steering one-handed, still holding my hand.
Though Edward could tell I was a little uneasy, running a cold thumb slowly and gently over my knuckles to calm me, I was still nervous about meeting fate worse than death:
Alice during Christmas shopping season.
Sooooo… wha'cha think…? Not my best fanfiction ever but I think it was pretty good! I actually used the idea for the secret recipie from my mom's hot chocolate. I will find out the secret someday!!! At least I think it's a secret. She could have been joking. Whatever.
Remember, I LOVE LOVE LOVE reviews!!! So, R&R my pretties!! :D:D Also, I need some ideas on what Bella should get Edward for Christmas! Review and give me some ideas!!!