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We own Twilight, fucking right we do. CPW is also the new owner (well lil CPW is) of 5 Wiggles DVD's,courtesy of Risbee. Owning Twilight is better!

BPOV

"Pssst, Bells. Wake up."

I tried to gauge the time based on the amount of light coming through my eyelids. I was not impressed that there was none. It was obviously still way too early to be awake. So I wasn't going to be. Nope. "Go back to sleep, Edward. Too early." I mumbled, hoping that what I was coherent enough because really, that took way too much energy.

I heard him chuckle a bit before pulling the down comforter away from my feet, which I immediately pulled in closer to my body, protectively.

"I know your kryptonite sweet cheeks, and I'm not afraid to go there."

Turning my head and cracking open one eye, I tried my hardest to let him know I was not amused. Look at him, all hot in his flannel and plaid and scruff. Looking like he could show a girl a good time in the woods. But my bed...it was so warm.

In the other bed, Alice moaned and rolled over and Edward moved so fast, it was like he had super vampire speed or something. He was, poof, gone, and I sat up finally realizing that he had snuck into his sisters' room at his parents' house and that we weren't back in Seattle.

Whoa. That was pretty stupid. I wasn't confident that Esme didn't have those high tech light beam alarms and my head was filled with the vision of Edward going all Mission Impossible to get in here. Though Edward was way hotter than Tom Cruise ever dreamed of being. Well, in anything after Top Gun, anyway.

That reminded me; I wanted to talk to Edward about possibly joining an adult volleyball league. Yum.

From the hallway, a bag of clothes was launched through the door and landed on my bed. Inside were my favorite jeans, my hoodie and a note. Get dressed, don't wake anybody up, and meet me downstairs. We're getting out of here for the day.

Suddenly, I was the one with super fast vampire speed. The idea of spending some one on one time with Edward was way more important than coping with the fact that the sun wasn't even up yet. I could always nap later.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, he was standing there looking like Bear Grylls with a travel mug full of coffee and a thermos. I wasn't sure why I was still wearing pants. I heard a cough from the den and looked at Edward in a panic.

"Don't worry. That's just dad. He's planning his attack. He always does his Christmas shopping on the 23rd and he does it all in Forks."

Seriously?

"It's pretty awesome to see what he manages to come home with. Didn't I show you the picture from last year of all of us in matching Snuggies?"

"No, but you will later." I needed to see that picture. Esme in a Snuggie...oh, that would make things so much better. "So, where are we going anyway?" I rested my head on his chest, inhaling and breathing in the scent of outdoors and testosterone and hoping beyond hope that kept us away from here all day.

"No idea. I have a few ideas, but it all just depends on where the day takes us. I'm leaving my phone here and nobody has your number, we are free and clear until we decide to come home." He reached over and traced his fingers along the side of my face, tucking some hair behind my ear and leaning in before he froze.

And whispered.

"Whatever you do, don't move. Don't. Move. It's the cat. She's on to us."

That's it. If and when Edward and I decide to live together, we're getting a dog.