Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Or Edward. Or any other characters from the book.
"Bella. Sweetheart. What are you doing?" Edward asked, concern etched on his beautiful face, his bronze eyes staring at Bella's body.
"Laying under the Christmas tree." Bella answered, peering between a few branches to look at Edward. Clad in a pair of soft dark blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt, Bella was laying underneath the Christmas tree, her arms being her head and the Christmas lights plugged in.
"Why?"
"It's pretty down here. A world all my own. Renee and I would put the Christmas tree up early every year and we would lay underneath and look up. Come here," Bella said, gently patting the floor next to her with her hand.
"Where are the others?" Edward asked warily, not wanting to get caught look up the Christmas tree.
"Jaz and Em went hunting. Esme took Alice, Rose and Renesme out shopping. I would assume Carlisle is at the l'hopital," Bella replied, using the French name for hospital. Languages were Bella's new passion, using any whenever she could replace an English word with that of English, French, Italian, Russian or Swahili. It drove the rest of the family nuts, switching from one language to another so quickly.
"So this is why you were so ecstatic we were putting up the tree," Edward said, walking over to Bella and bending down and so the majority of his weight was on the balls of his feet.
"Yes. Come join me," Bella said, smiling at Edward and patting the space next to her again.
"All right, all right," Edward sighed lightly, laying down next to Bella and look up at the myriad of colors swirling above him.
"Isn't it beautiful," Bella asked in awe, turning large bronze eyes to Edward.
"It pales in comparison to your beauty."
"Oh, Edward," Bella sighed, knowing if she could blush, she would.
"So this is why you insisted on multi colored lights."
"Yes. There was one year Renee insisted on an all white tree. It was pretty, but nowhere near as beautiful as this."
"So what did you and Renee and do while under the tree?"
"We talked, sometimes, most of the time we just sat in silence. Or we put a Christmas cd on. It was one of the few times I could get my mom to sit still," Bella laughed lightly at the memory.
Gently, Bella slid over and placed her head on Edward chest and his arm snaked around her. Edward's button down shirt felt soft and smooth under Bella's cheek as she moved it back and forth, much like a cat rubbing around it's owner. Edward's hand slipped under the hem of Bella's shirt, letting his fingers run up and down. Bella sighed contentedly.