They lay together in his study, him reading a book and her a fashion magazine. Every once in awhile he would gently caress her face as if he needed to remind himself that she was there still. He loved being with her with no one else around, her emotions were always so happy and calming. With Edward there was always the brooding laced with love. Emmet was lust for Rosalie and fun. Rosalie was well, she had her lust and love for Emmet with a touch of narcissism. Esme, sweet Esme, was happy and loving but worried about her "children" himself included. Carlisle, the man that was almost too kind to be a vampire had compassion, and all of them held pity for him. But not his Alice, his Alice only had joy and love. A love for him so strong he couldn't understand why, and for her family along with her new best friend Bella.

Alice brought so many things to him, things he shouldn't have. Almost as if knowing his thoughts her fingers laced with his, causing a smile to come to his face. His Alice, his angel, and savior. He could stay in this spot for forever with her fingers laced with his, her loving him.

"Jazz I can't pay attention to this with you staring at me like that. And if I'm going to get Bella the perfect outfit then I need to focus." She smirks not looking up from the pages of her magazine.

He chuckles softly, "I can't help but stare. Have I told you I love you?"

She rolls her eyes, "In fact you have 139, 871, 678, 497 times this week. A very low amount, I'm beginning to feel hated."

Her emotions tell him everything, he knows what she wants, but enjoys her game much to much. "I'm sorry ma'am. I'm sure I can handle saying it more often." He pauses, "I love you, my Alice."

Her smile lights the room up, "Thanks you Jazz, I love you too." She turns around in his arms, facing him now.

He leans down and kisses her nose softly, "I love you." He kisses her eyes, "I love you so much." He leans closer to kiss the corner of her mouth, "I love you Alice." Slowly he kisses her mouth her small hands move to his neck keeping him close to her, she deepens his kiss. The book and magazine fall softly to the floor as he flips her over laying her underneath him. He breaks their kiss, "I love you so very much Alice, you will never know just how much."

She smiles again and looks into his eyes, "Me too Jazz, me too." She leans up to kiss him again.

Her emotions doubled through his, his hand slides up her shirt as her hands grip his back.

"Hey Jazz wanna wrestle?!" Emmet bursts into the room.

Both look up at him with irritation written plainly on their faces. If Emmet could've blushed he would have been.

"Oh sorry I'll leave you two to it then. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" he calls running out the door.

"Go Jazz, we have all night with each other. I love you." She gets up and walks away.

He sighs and watches her leave, some things can't last, stolen moments with his love.