Twilight isn't mine, but the idea is. I was inspired to write this after a marathon of Fast and Furious. All the songs on the soundtrack helped me create this, so you should check them if you don't know them.

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A week before Christmas, James still wasn't back but he told the kids to start the preparations. He was going to return as soon as he was sure Brady and Collin were alright.

Edward suggested they go tree shopping first. They walked amongst the rows of trees for so long their toes froze. At last, Bella decided on a tree. It was a little difficult to tie it to her Ford, but Edward managed.

At home, Bella brought the Christmas decorations from the garage. They started with the outside of the house. Edward didn't comment on the old house and the paint peeling off. Somehow, the lights made it look better. He'd never done this at home, thus he almost broke his neck on the ladder.

Going back inside where was warm, neither of them had any energy left for the tree. On common agreement they decided to decorate it the next day.

For the rest of the week, they kept busy. Bella tried to bake cookies, with Edward's help, of course. They decorated the tree and even went shopping for presents. Edward was used to find out his present on Christmas morning. It had always been a surprise, so obviously when Bella asked him if he liked a sweater and he nodded, only to be told at home that was his gift, he exploded. After a few hurtful words thrown at his girlfriend, Edward locked himself in his room. Bella moped around, feeling awful for ruining his holiday. She had never cared much for exchanging gifts. James had told her Santa wasn't real when she was seven, and she loved finding out what she got before going to bed on the Eve.

It wasn't even the Eve and she realized what a bitch she had been. Bella promised herself to apologize to Edward first thing in the morning.

Edward woke up to his phone ringing loudly.

"What?" he slurred out, yawning.

"Morning! Are you home?" It was a voice he knew too well. But what the heck did Rose want?

"Yeah. You woke me up... Why?" He was confused.

"Well hurry up and open the door. It's freezing. It's like they sent you to Alaska, not Arizona."

"You're here?"

"Yes, you dumb ass! I'm freezing my tits off!"

"Don't scream."

Still unsure if he was dreaming or not, Edward went to the front door. His eyes widened when he found Rosalie on the front step. Like usual, she was wrapped in her furry white coat and black leather boots. She probably had some pants on, Edward didn't know from the length of her coat.

"Hallelujah!" She exclaimed and pushed in past Edward. Rose peeled off her gloves, looking around and scrunching her nose. "Interesting."

"What the heck are you doing here?"

"Missed you too, Edward."

"No, seriously. I have plane tickets for Sunday."

"Change of plans." She grinned at him. After searching through her oversized bag, she produced a plane ticket for next morning on his name.

"NO." Edward didn't want to go home just yet. He'd had a fight with his girl, and besides he wasn't ready to leave. He loved this place.

"Don't be silly. Everyone misses you!"

"If you don't tell me the real reason you want me back earlier...in the next three seconds, I'm going to kick you out," Edward threatened her.

"Sheesh. Still hotheaded. Fine. This is the reason." Rose showed him her left hand. On her ring finger lay a huge pink rock.

Edward looked into her large blue eyes and gulped. "Married? In three days?"

"Not exactly," she whispered. At Edward's raised eyebrow, Rose burst into a complicated explanation about her visa expiring and her not being able to get a new one for God knows how long, her being pregnant and this being pressing and urgent. "So you see why we need to get married?"

Whatever Edward wanted to reply was lost to a loud sob coming from down the hall. When he raised his eyes, he saw Bella staring at him with huge, wet brown eyes. It wasn't difficult for him to realize she misunderstood the whole situation.

"For the lack of another explanation and hoping not to sound too cliché...This isn't what it looks like."

"I get it. She's your pregnant girlfriend...and you're getting married," Bella spat out.

"No, Bella. This is Rosalie, my cousin's girl—fiancée." He turned toward Rose. "This is Bella, my girlfriend. I hope she still is." Edward smiled tentatively at Bella.

"Oh, you silly boy!" Bella threw herself at him. "I'm sorry for last night...and for now."

"It's okay. I like the sweater."

"As touching as this is, you have a bag to pack." Rose gave her soon to be family member a superior look. She didn't even acknowledge Bella. It was as if she didn't exist.

Edward still couldn't believe his cousin hadn't told him of his intention to marry Rosalie. It wasn't like Edward didn't like her, but she could be a real bitch sometimes. She acted as if she was high and mighty, forgetting that only five years ago she was no one. She had been some girl from Canada coming to study in Chicago, and who got attacked one night by a group of drunken men. Thankfully Emmett had been patrolling and he rescued her. The rest was history—Rosalie kept coming to the police station until Emmett took her out for coffee and eventually they grew closer. It wasn't a surprise for anyone that when she graduated she didn't return to her motherland, but installed herself in Emmett's house. That was one thing that didn't sit well with Edward. Emmett had promised him they'd be roommates one day—two bachelors against the world, but Rosalie came along and Edward was soon forgotten.

"Why didn't Emmett come to get me? I hear pregnant women aren't allowed to fly," he retorted, grasping on anything to stay longer in Fredonia.

"He's busy. I'm allowed to fly, of course. I even got cleared by my doctor." Rosalie flicked her long blond hair over her shoulder. "I thought I'd have to restrain you from running through the door when I told you about returning earlier, and here you are wanting to stay longer." She took her coat off, handing it to Bella.

Bella stared at the other woman as if she had lost her mind, not making any attempt to take the coat.

Edward snatched the coat and hung it on the coat rack, situated next to his cousin's fiancée. "Bella's not your maid!"

"I'd love to hear all about how you fell for this country girl, but we're on a tight schedule."

Edward felt his blood draining from his face. He had tried not naming the feelings he had for Bella, but then Rose came along and ruined everything with her big mouth. "You said we're leaving tomorrow. Maybe you should find a motel or something."

"So, I'm not welcomed here?"

"You can stay," Bella told her on a small voice. "Edward can sleep in Jimmy's room."

"See? It wasn't that hard. Where is the bathroom? I need to freshen up." Rosalie looked around.

"Out in the backyard," Edward lied, keeping his poker face on.

"WHAT?" Rose shrieked.

"It was totally worth it," he whispered, leaning closer to Bella who was giggling in her palm.

"Asshole!" Rose glared at him, shaking her finger.

Bella explained where the bathroom was, and once she was left alone with Edward she burst out laughing, tears springing in her eyes.

"Lovely family, Edward," she choked out.

"She's not such a bitch usually. Not so much." He lifted one shoulder. "Anyway…I'm really sorry I'll have to leave you alone." He cupped her cheek, sobering up.

"Let me call Jimmy and see if he can come back sooner, or if I am allowed alone."

"It's not like there's another option."

"Maybe there is…" Bella looked at him, biting her lip. When he didn't react, she sighed heavily. "If you want…and if it's okay with you and your family…maybe… No. That's stupid."

"You want to come to Chicago?" Edward stared at her dumbfounded. "You hate big cities."

"I'm going to have to come over eventually for second semester."

He smirked, kissing her softly. "A little too soon for meeting my parents?"

"You know my brother."

"It's not the same, but I'm not saying no. Call James, I'll call Dad."

After their respective phone calls, it was settled. Bella was headed to Chicago to spend Christmas with Edward's family, because James was taking Brady to Collin's house. Collin now lived in Tucson, and it would take some time for both of them to get used to what they had. Brady's memory was slowly returning, because he remembered Collin and James, and the series of events that led to his accident, but as the doctor had said, it would be a slow process to his full recovery.

When Edward announced Rosalie they needed a new ticket for Bella, she started protesting, but once she allowed them to explain in a few words the situation, she realized she'd been mean for no apparent reason. From that moment on, Rosalie decided to give Bella the benefit of the doubt and see what kind of person she was.

Edward spent most of the day in his room packing, with Rose on his bed telling him about home and what he'd missed. She kept exclaiming how happy she was to see the change in him, and how pleased Emmett would be to see his little cousin so grown up.

Around noon, Bella offered to go buy pizza, and also drop by Jake's and let him know of their plans. Edward's stomach rolled at the mention of Jake. At least, he wouldn't be around when the idiot would participate in the race.

When Bella returned with the pizza, Edward offered to help her in the kitchen, mostly to find out if Jake had mentioned the race to her. He hadn't because she kept rambling about Jake possibly being in love with his new car and even sleeping in it. Edward wasn't sure if it was true, but he didn't comment.

Bella kept talking about Jake, Carly, plans on what to take with her as she plated the pizza. It didn't take long for Edward to figure out she was freaking about their upcoming trip.

"Stop. Stop. Stop." He placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. "Breathe, Bella."

She caught her lip in her between her teeth, worrying it as she stared at him worried.

"I get it, you're scared."

"You can tell?" Bella let out a nervous laugh.

"No, I'm a mind-reader." He rolled his eyes. "Look, I promise to hold your hand…or whatever you want. It won't be that bad, you'll see."

"I never flew! And what was in my mind when I said I wanted to meet your family? They'll hate me! I'm some country girl as Rosalie said."

"Don't say that. You changed my preconceived idea on small towns from the first hour I spent in this place. Besides, my parents aren't…snobs."

"I heard that!" Rose huffed from the kitchen's doorway.

"Am I wrong?" Edward challenged.

"Sometimes." She shrugged modestly. "Don't take it personally, little girl," she told Bella.

Edward braced himself for Bella's lash out. He knew she hated to be called "little girl", and was shocked when he didn't hear her hissing reply. One glance at his girlfriend showed him her clenched fist and jaw set firm, red face, but no words coming out her mouth.

Is she afraid of Rose? He thought idly.

"She's not a little girl. Rose, I don't know what crawled up your ass and died, but leave Bella alone. And leave me alone, for that matter. Just go back to my room. Take a plate of pizza and go."

"If you're not too afraid to get fat," Bella mumbled, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. Edward was proud of her. She shouldn't be afraid of anyone, especially Rose.

"I thought we were friends, Edward," Rosalie muttered.

"Not when you act like this. Go, before I do something I'll regret," he demanded, pushing a plate in her hands.

Once the blonde woman was gone, he turned to Bella. "I'm sorry about her. She's really not this bad. She was like this in the beginning, and I think she's doing it to you because she doesn't know you. I don't understand why she has to act superior."

"You're practically family to her, Edward. I guess she's trying to…protect you? Small town girls usually are after money, you know? Girls like me don't make it out unless they're cunning and, or whores. I'm neither, so I'll be stuck in here."

"Thank God for that. Not being stuck here, the other part." He grinned at her. "Show her you're different. Show her what a wonderful person you are."

"I will, or die trying," Bella joked.

Edward smirked, kissing her on the forehead. "Besides, she doesn't have any reason to act like a guardian. My parents would never act like this. You'll see."

Bella wasn't sure about his parents, but he always spoke nice of them and they didn't seem like bad people. She'd have to wait and see what their impression of her was.

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