A/N: This isn't going to be a long one, I hope. I want it to be done by at least New Years.

BPOV

I sat in my living room, watching the Christmas tree lights that shone on the glass bulbs Charlie hauled down from the attic earlier today. We weren't planning on doing a tree this year, but one of our neighbors gave us one yesterday and the rest is history. Charlie was in the kitchen, working on bills and paperwork, mumbling quietly to himself. Bright lights splayed across the living room wall and shut off. I turned around to stare out the window and saw the familiar silver Volvo parked in the driveway. Within seconds, the doorbell was ringing. I jumped up from the couch and hurried to the door. I heard Charlie's chair scrape against the tiles and his heavy footsteps.

"It's just Edward, Dad. I'll let him in." I said quickly, unlocking the door. Charlie grumbled and went back into the kitchen. I opened the door and all but threw myself at Edward. I wrapped my legs around his wait, hooked my arms around his neck. I crushed my warm lips against his icy ones, feeling him smile. I pulled back, more than a little breathless.

"Hi." I panted, kissing him again.

"Hello." He said as he set me back on the ground.

"Did you notice anything when you came over here?" I asked, my arms still around his waist. He glanced around the room, his head cocking to the side as he searched the upstairs.

"No. Why?" He responded hesitantly. I pointed above him, to the top of the doorframe. I had taped a sprig of mistletoe I found the box Charlie brought down. Edward smiled and turned around, plucking it off the frame. He stared at it for a moment and then pocketed it.

"Save it for later, I guess. I was wondering why I didn't get my usual greeting. Not that I wouldn't mind changing it," His smile grew wicked and I laughed. Charlie cleared his throat and Edward released me.

"Edward." My father stood in the living room, his arms crossed on his chest.

"Charlie. My family wishes you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year. My mother's offer stills stands; you are welcome to spend Christmas Eve with my family and enjoy my mother's cooking."

"That's okay, but Bella and I are doing something that night. Isn't that right, Isabella?" I stiffened, knowing the tone and tactic he was using. He had still not forgiven Edward for leaving me last year.

"Dad, I told you I was spending the evening with the Cullens."

"You spend too much time over there anyway. Can't you pencil in one night with your dad?" The guilt trip began and I was in line for a ticket. Edward rubbed my back reassuringly.

"If you have plans with your father already, I wouldn't want to interfere. Esme is making breakfast Christmas morning," He glanced at Charlie, hoping he hadn't gone too far with anything.

"I'll come over later Christmas Eve. Tell Esme I'll be over extra-early on Christmas morning to help her with the cooking." I glared at Charlie, daring him to object.

"I can see this is going to end up weighing in your favor, so I'll drop it. You can spend Christmas with the Cullens. We'll do something on the twenty-third. If you haven't planned anything else," Charlie huffed and stalked back into the kitchen. Edward hugged me against him, his cold breath filtering through my hair. I held back a shiver and closed my eyes.

"That was pleasant. I'm fairly sure that was the most he's ever spoken to me since the minute you introduced him to me," There was laughter and an undercurrent of sarcasm in his voice and I grinned. It was absolutely true.

"Maybe he's beginning to warm up to you," I nudged him with my elbow, making the pun entirely clear.

"If that ever happens." He grumbled under his voice and pulled me to the door.

"Alice is waiting anxiously for you. Apparently there are some last minute items she picked up and needs help wrapping."

"Goody." I said dryly and grabbed my jacket from the sofa, shutting the door behind me.

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