Hello all! Here is a shorter update of Glass. Sorry it isn't that long but I love the way I ended it. Oh and I skipped ahead a little bit. P.s, i know some of you may remember the beginning from a certain commercial so props to that commercial for coming up with the idea.
"Is she finally asleep?" Jacob whispered, kneeling before the still rocking chair in which I sat with Elizabeth sleeping quietly in my arms. Her cries had been continuous. Jacob and I tried everything to get her to sleep. Eventually, I told him to just go to bed because she wouldn't stop.
"It's like 4 am. What are you doing awake?" I asked quietly. He smiled and stroked my cheek slowly with his finger.
"Its 4 am on Christmas morning," he grinned, flicking a switch. In just seconds, the entire house seemed to light up in seconds. The small Christmas tree with a small amount of decorations tucked safely under it was a glow with bright fluorescents. We never celebrated Christmas majorly in my home so Jacob and I wanted Elizabeth to grow up celebrating Christmas the way Jacob did in his home as a child.
I smiled, unsure of what to say.
"I didn't really want to wait. So--," he turned around to grab a small box from under the tree. The oversized bow made everything more perfect as it almost completely covered the rectangular blue box. "Merry Christmas."
"Jake," I muttered taking the box. Under the wrapping paper was a navy suede container. Tears came to my eyes as I slowly opened it. "You didn't."
"Do you like it?" he smiled, looking down at the golden locket resting in the box. It reminded me of the necklace I had been given to me by my mother on my first Christmas. The locket was small and ovular. Diamonds were intricately crusted into the chain and locket itself. I flipped the locket over to see just what it said.
"'Que Quowle'' I repeated, knowing instantly that it was the Quileute language. I just didn't know what it said. I looked up at him with tear filled eyes. "What does it mean?"
"Stay with me forever," he translated.
"I plan on it," I gushed, wanting so badly to throw my arms around him and never let him go, but even the slightest jostle would awaken Elizabeth. "I love you."
"Thanks," he beamed, laughing lightly. "Love you too. "
"I'm gonna go put Elizabeth in her crib, I'll be right back," I told him, standing slowly. Luckily, Elizabeth didn't even stir as I placed her in the crib and walked back out into the living room. Jacob waited for me patiently, his russet skin glowing in the bright Christmas lights.
"Alright," I said, yawning involuntarily. "Let me get you yours."
I reached around him to grab a small box with an oversized bow resting on top of it. I guess our family had a thing for oversized bows.
"I hope you like it," I told him. He ripped apart the paper and his face fell when he saw what it was. I began to laugh and for some reason, I couldn't stop.
"It's a stuffed dog," he said.
"Wait!" I squealed. "There's more!"
"A dog leash…and a dog bowl," he said, pulling the leash and bowl from out of the box. "Is this a joke?"
"You don't like it?" I grimaced.
"Oh I love it!" he lied, taking me into his arms. I pressed up against his chest uncomfortably.
"Well that sucks because this is a joke. Your real present is at your dad's house and you will get it later when you, Elizabeth and I go over there for Christmas dinner!" I exclaimed, pushing away from his chest. "Now, what kind of kibbles and bits do you prefer?"
"Very funny," he sneered. "Aren't you tired?"
"Not anymore. Surprisingly, I'm full of energy. I'll probably crash in a little while but for now, it's just you and me," I told him happily. "Come with me."
I stood up and hurried outside into the falling snow. I was glad for my warmer skin for I was almost completely oblivious to the biting cold.
"What are you doing?" he called to me from the porch. In my hands, I quickly rolled a snow ball and hurled it at him. He didn't even flinch as the snow melted away instantly as it hit his hot, bare skin. He laughed lightly.
"Something funny?"
"Just you," he snickered, walking out into the open field of snow. To anybody passing by, a man walking out in nothing but pajamas into the snow and seeming okay would seem very unsafe and crazy. But, to me, anything else would seem crazy.
"How do you figure?" I said stubbornly.
"Well," he said, eying the snow. "For starters, you think that you could beat me in a snowball fight and second, you just kind of are."
"Wait here," I told him. I hurried inside to grab him some slippers so the snow wouldn't melt beneath his feet, gloves so the snow wouldn't melt in his hands and a shirt so that when I hit him with a snow ball, it wouldn't melt instantly. Then it occurred to me that only his thickest turtle neck that I insisted on buying him would do the job.
"What is this?" he said as I threw him my collected items. "Gloves? Slippers? Turtle neck?"
"So this snowball fight can be fought fair," I told him.
"Whatever," he laughed. I turned around to make snowballs secretly and in seconds, I was up in his arms. The turtle neck that he had ever so nicely slipped on was irritating against my skin.
"What are you doing? You're supposed to be making snowballs," I told him as he threw me over his shoulders. I pounded against his back pointlessly. "Maybe you've never had a snowball fight before but the point is not to throw your opponent over your shoulder."
"What about if that opponent is my wife?"
"Doesn't matter! I demand you put me down!"
"I kind of life you this way," he chuckled. "You know, helpless."
"I'm not helpless! I'm perfectly capable of getting down myself."
"Then why don't you?" he pressed.
Easily, I did a smooth back pack out his arms and smiled due to the fact that he seemed to of forgotten what I could do.
"Half vampire, remember?" I laughed, brushing off my pajama pants and camisole. I stuck my nose up in the air and trudged off to the house. One of my feet was in the door when a snowball slammed against my head.
"You wanted a snow ball fight," he said, holding a snowball in his glove covered hands. A smile broke across my tight lips and I leapt into his open arms. "Oh, so now you want me to hold you?"
"Yeah," I breathed, my hands grabbed the hem of his turtle neck, ripping it off and tossing it into the snow.
"You paid a lot of money for that shirt. It'll get ruined," he said flatly, looking deep into my eyes. In a split second, an impulse rushed through me and my lips crashed upon his. He laughed and pulled my face away slowly. "Merry Christmas?"
"Merry Christmas," I giggled. I continued giggling as he and I fell down into the snow.