Months passed by. Before we knew it, Christmas was in the near future. Carlisle and I were as strong as ever.
As Christmas loomed ever closer, we began to decorate the house. The first day, Carlisle and I decorated the tree, whilst Bella and Edward collected mistletoe, Jazz and Alice gathered the holly for the wreath, and Emmett and Rosalie were decorating the dining room. As we carefully unwrapped the glass baubles, Carlisle screwed up the paper and threw it at me. For a start, it didn't bother me, and I was giggling. Nessie was watching us in awe. Christmas songs were on the sound system and Nessie sang along to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. She got muddled up with her words, and it was quite cute. Carlisle was still throwing paper balls at me, and I sighed, ignoring it.
Ten minutes later, I had finally had enough and I retaliated. I grabbed a paper ball, and threw it at him. It hit him right in the middle of his forehead, and Nessie giggled. Carlisle looked me straight in the eye, growled, and pounced on me. He began to tickle me, and I began to laugh. This carried on until I was crying with laughter. I managed to push Carlisle off me, and I got up. He stood up and literally swept me off my feet. He sat me on his shoulders so I could reach the top of the tree.
"Emmett!" I called.
"Yeah?" he hollered.
"Can you come in here and help me for a minute?" I called, and before I had finished my sentence, he appeared in the room. I was still sat on Carlisle's shoulder, much to Nessie's amusement. She was giggling because Carlisle was pulling faces at her. I cupped his chin, and kissed him lightly on the lips, just for the fun of it.
"Nice." he said, and I swatted him upside the head.
"What did you want?" Emmett asked.
"Can you pass me the star for the top of the tree? As you can see, I am stranded up here with no way of this idiot letting me down." I said. Carlisle looked at me, indignancy on his face.
"Shut up before you say anything." I said. "And put me down!"
"Or what?" he asked cheekily as Emmett passed me the star for the top of the tree.
"You won't get any kisses under the mistletoe." I said, just as Bella came in. Edward picked her up and put her on his shoulders, much like I was still sat on Carlisle's shoulders. "Carlisle, will you put me down?"
"No chance." he said, laughing. It was such a beautiful, harmonic sound. Bella was hanging the mistletoe up on the ceiling, while I was still just sat motionless on Carlisle's shoulders. He did not want to put me down, not one bit. I thought that he knew what I was thinking, that if he put me down I would run off, grab a cushion off the sofa and we would have a cushion fight.
"Carlisle Cullen, put me down, right now! If you do not put me down right now, you will never get a kiss from me again!" I threatened him, although he could hear a hint of laughter in my voice.
"Aww, angel, you wouldn't subject me to that torture..." he said.
"Don't dare me." I replied, a threatening edge to my voice. He knew I wouldn't dare threaten him anyway, because he knew about the love I felt for him. Eventually, he put me back on my feet. I stood up on my tiptoes, slid my arms around his neck, and kissed him.