A Christmas Gift

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Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, sadly.

Summery- In New Moon, the Christmas where Edward was away, from multiple points of view. THREESHOT!!

Charlie's P.O.V.

It's getting really hard to watch.

Bella has been in this zombie state for months, ever since that godforsaken boy crushed my daughter. I know that it's what to be expected, even now, but it's Christmas! A happy time! I have to find a way to make her first Christmas here a happy one.

I was still thinking of ways when I was putting decorations on the tree an hour later. Nothing seemed right. Then Bella came down the stairs, seeing me decorating the tree and said, "Wow, the tree looks great, Dad." That's one of the largest sentences that she's said in months.

I felt a swell of pride go through me, I never really decorated for Christmas, or any holiday, for that matter, no one to see it but me.

"Gee thanks, Bells. You wanna help?" Maybe if she helps, she can be more interactive and a little bit happier. Crazy dream, but it's worth a shot.

"Sure, what can I do?" her voice sounded empty, but at least she was trying, even if was only for my sake.

"Um... you could untangle the lights?" I asked her.

"'Course."

After about two hours of decorating, we finally finished with the tree, and Bella actually communicated with me for the majority of it.

I stood next to her, put my arm around her, admiring our handy work and said, "We did a pretty good job here didn't we, Bells?"

"We sure did Dad. What do you want for dinner?"

"Anything you want to make."

About twenty minutes later, dinner was ready, and Bella heated up some of Harry's fish fry, yum. (A/N: Remember, Harry doesn't die for another few months.)

In the middle of dinner, I decided to make some conversation that I, or any man, wasn't particularly fond of: my feelings. "Bella?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"I just wanted for you to know that, um, this means a lot, this Christmas, to me. It's our first Christmas together and I appreciate the effort that you are putting into it." Wow, that was really hard for me to do.

"Thanks, Dad. That was nice. And I'm sorry that I'm not happier, but, I can't change that."

"I understand, I just want you to know that I appreciate it."

"Alright, well I got to go to bed, I'm tired. And besides, Santa won't come until I'm asleep, so night Dad," She said, putting her dish in the sink.

"Night, Bella. I've got to wrap your gifts anyways. Sleep tight."

"See you in the morning." And with that she went upstairs.

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The next morning when I came downstairs, I saw something that made me truly believe in miracles.

Bella was in the kitchen, a smile on her face, a real one, humming Christmas carols, while making a big breakfast.

"Merry Christmas, Dad!" She was really cheery as she put a plate of pancakes that made a smiley face with the eggs and bacon.

"Merry Christmas, Bella."

This was a Christmas miracle, my baby was happy, and really happy, not fake happy like yesterday. And I really couldn't care less as to the reason why.

Merry Christmas indeed.

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