Hey guys so i woke up this morning and guess what?
200 REVIEWS!
I'm pretty sure reviewer number 200 was Kimmy, so Kimmy, this chapter is dedicated to you!:D
And, as promised, I'll be doing a double update. The next chapter will be up later today:) Unfortunetly, i only have one more chapter left after this:( the epilogue... still not sure about that sequel...
Anyways, I wrote this chapter to show you how the life of Renesmee and Jacob pretty much goes back to normal. Hope you enjoy:) Review please!
JACOB'S POV
Chapter 37: A Very Merry Christmas
"Wake up! Wake up! wake up!" Mason bellowed.
He climbed on the bed and began to bounce up and down.
"WAAAAAAAAAKE," Mason took a deep breath, but Nessie put her hand over his mouth, "up," he muttered.
"It's too early," I mumbled, rolling over.
Nessie laid back down and turned to me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled Mason down, too.
"I need my beauty sleep!" I growled as Mason and Renesmee burst out laughing.
"But Dad, tomorrow's-"
"Thursday!" I said, cutting him off.
"It's not just Thursday! It's-"
"December twenty-fifth," mumbled Nessie, playing along.
"Yeah!" said Mason frustrated, "That means tomorrow's CHRISTMAS!"
"Hmm, that sounds kind of cool," I muttered nonchalantly into my pillow.
"IT'S VERY COOL!" Mason yelled.
"Yeah Mason, maybe you'll get a candy cane," said Nessie.
"And presents!" he cried.
I sat up, "Of course Santa will bring you presents! You've been a very good boy this year."
"YAAYY PRESENTS!" Mason yelled.
"Shh, let's not wake Lizzy up," whispered Nessie.
"Too late," I muttered as her cries came through the baby monitor.
I picked Mason up by his leg and carried him upside down into his sister's room, following Nessie. We lived in the same house, but Alice had somehow managed to add an extra bedroom. It was the same size as Mason's, except it had a walk in closet. The walls were baby pink with pictures of princess castles painted on them. Mason wiggled around in my grasp, trying to escape.
"You really don't want to do that," I warned.
He kicked his feet some more so I held him higher and let go of his let, catching him before he hit the ground. Nessie let out a huge gasp, but Mason and I just roared with laughter.
"What have I told you guys about playing around like that?" she scolded.
"Sorry mom," Mason muttered.
She giggled and kissed both of our cheeks. I set Mason down and he ran over to the window.
"It's not snowing," he said in a disappointed voice.
"It will," I encouraged.
He pouted and walked over to where Lizzy was sitting on the floor, playing with her blocks. He sat down next to her and stacked some up. She clapped her hands and giggled when it got knocked down. I grabbed Nessie by the waste and kissed her softly. I loved our perfect little family.
"Who wants breakfast!" she said.
"Me me me!" yelled Mason.
"How about some pancakes?"
"YEAH!" he exclaimed.
Our kids were little balls of energy. Mason was always playing with the other kids of members of the pack. Even after they got tired, he just kept going. It was pretty funny. While Nessie was cooking breakfast I tried really hard to resist the urge to flick water at her. I finally gave up and ran my fingers under the faucet. I crept behind her, but she turned around.
"Don't even think about it," she warned.
"Think about what?" I asked innocently, drying my hands on my pants.
She laughed and took the pancakes out of the pan. Mason waited at the table and dug in when she put some on his plate. Lizzy was in her highchair drinking blood from a bottle. She ate baby food sometimes, but preferred the donated blood from Carlisle. Nessie worried that I disapproved sometimes, but it didn't matter to me what our daughter ate, I loved her just the same.
"So what's the plan?" I asked her.
"We're going to Sam and Emily's for lunch at noon, and then going to my family's house for dinner. We'll sleep there tonight and do presents in the morning," she explained.
"Mm," I sighed, "Esme's cooking."
"Come on Mason, let's go get dressed," she held out her hand to him.
"Okay mama."
"Jake, can you get Lizzy dressed? There's a red dress on her changing table. You can just put that on her."
"Sure hon," I said.
I scooped up Lizzy and brought her into her bedroom. She giggled and cooed while I took off her pajamas. She wouldn't sit still as I tried to slip the dress over her head.
"Come on Lizzy," I pleaded.
She giggled some more when I finally got the dress on her. I tied the green bow around her waist and picked her up again.
"But mom, daddy doesn't have to wear a shirt," I heard Mason argue.
"Daddy's going to wear a shirt today aren't you darling?" she asked me sternly.
"Oh… uh yeah," I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck.
Nessie giggled, "I have something for you to wear. It's hanging in my closet."
I trudged off to our room and found a green polo. I slipped it over my head with a pair of Khakis. I even ran a brush through my hair, but it still looked messy.
"We all match!" I noticed.
"I coordinated it that way, silly," said Ness.
She had on a red dress with a green bow around the waste, similar to Lizzy's. Mason and I both had green polos on with Khakis.
"It looks very nice," I commented.
"Thanks Jake!"
We pulled up to Sam's house and he came out to greet us. It was weird seeing him not. It had been a year since he stopped phasing and I could see the difference. He wasn't as muscular as he used to be and he looked slightly older.
"Merry Christmas!" he greeted us.
"You, too," giggled Nessie.
Emily came out, too holding Aiden. Aiden was their youngest kid. He was three months older than Lizzy. They also had Jackson, who was six, and Bobby, who was three. Same told me they were trying for a fourth. Emily desperately wanted a girl.
"Mason!" yelled Jackson, running outside.
Mason hopped out of the car and high fived Jackson. They ran inside the house, Bobby running behind them on his pudgy little legs. The rest of the pack arrived with their kids, too. It was sad to see how old everyone was getting. I still phased and was the full pack Alpha. There were a bunch of new wolves now. It was pretty overwhelming sometimes. We all squeezed into the Uley's tiny house and ate lunch and talked and joked. The kids played in the backyard, wrestling and running around. The family had grown increasingly over the past year. Quil and Clair had two kids now, Jared and Kim had four, and Rachel and Paul just had their first baby. There was definitely a greater amount of boys than girls. I wondered how many of them would phase. Four hours later, Nessie and I reluctantly left and went back home. Mason had gotten grass stains all over his pants and Lizzy needed a nap before we headed over to the Cullen's for Christmas dinner. Nessie put Lizzy in her crib as I gave Mason a pair of jeans to put on. The three of us took a seat on the couch and watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas until Lizzy woke up.
"Yay! We're going to see Bella and Edward!" Mason exclaimed.
We didn't tell our kids to call them grandma and grandpa. It got too confusing because they wouldn't know what to call Carlisle and Esme. They just called everyone by their first names. The smell of food surrounded the Cullen house. I chuckled as Mason's eyes widened in amazement. Colored lights covered every inch of the house on the outside and inside. In the corner of the living room stood a ten foot, ornately decorated tree. There were cinnamon scented candles everywhere, giving off the wonderful Christmas smell.
"Do you like it?" sang Alice, dancing over to us.
"Alice, it looks amazing!" breathed Nessie.
"Thanks Ness!" she sighed.
Mason was jumping up and down and even Lizzy had a huge smile on her face.
"Where's Lizzy! Is she wearing the dress I bought her?" asked Blondie, pushing past Alice, "Aw, she looks so adorable!"
"Thanks for the dresses Rose," said Nessie.
"Not problem," Blondie replied.
"Hey Nessie, Jacob!" greeted Edward.
He hugged Nessie and gave me a handshake.
"Hi Edward!" said Mason.
"Hey bud," said Edward, tussling his hair.
The rest of the family greeted us and lots of Merry Christmas's were exchanged. We settled around the roaring fireplace and sang Christmas Carols. Everyone was really in the Christmas spirit. Especially Emmett, his voice boomed over all of ours during our rendition of Frosty the Snowman.
"Dinner time for those who eat!" called Esme from the kitchen.
We all sat around the dining room table eating ham and Christmas cookies of silver plates. Mason couldn't get enough of Esme's Christmas cookies. Even Lizzy ate small portions of mashed potatoes and cake. Mason left the room to watch out the window for "Santa" and the rest of us stayed in the dining room to talk. We finally went up to bed when Lizzy well asleep in her high chair.
"Thanks for dinner Esme, it was amazing," I said, patting my stomach.
"My pleasure," she chimed.
Mason was asleep on the couch, so I picked him up and followed Nessie upstairs. I put Mason in his room and Lizzy in her crib and then met Nessie in our room. She looked so beautiful; I couldn't keep my hands off her. I kissed her fiercely she laid down on the bed. I continued kissing her and pulled my shirt off.
"Jacob," she moaned, "We have presents to wrap."
I growled, but sat up. She giggled and grabbed my hand, "Later," she promised.
I opened my eyes. Snow was falling outside my window and I turned my head to see Nessie, just waking up also.
"Good morning," she mumbled.
"Merry Christmas," I sighed.
She smiled; her eyes still closed and rolled over to face me, "When do you think he'll be up?"
I heard footsteps coming down the hall, "Now."
She giggled when the door was pushed open. Mason was still half asleep, but there was a huge smile on his face.
"Merry Christmas Mommy and Daddy," he croaked, climbing into bed with us.
"Merry Christmas buddy," I said.
He sat in Nessie's lap, "Do you think Santa came?"
"Yes I do," said Ness.
Mason smiled sleepily.
"Are you ready to go downstairs?" I asked him.
He nodded.
"Jacob, get the video camera!"
"Yes ma'am," I teased, hopping out of bed.
I finished putting batteries in the camera just as Nessie walked in holding Lizzy. She looked tired. She usually didn't get up until eight, but it was six. Mason ran downstairs with us at his heals.
"WOW!" he yelled in amazement.
There were tons of presents under the Christmas tree. The rest of the family descended down the stairs, too. Mason ran over to his pile of presents from "Santa" and various members of the family. We watched him open a remote control helicopter from Carlisle, various computer games from Esme, an Xbox (which Nessie was thrilled about) from Emmett, a bike from me, a helmet from Nessie, a baseball and bat from Edward, some toy soldiers from Jasper, a leather jacket from Alice, and a huge box of Legos from Rosalie. I had no idea where he was going to fit all these new toys. Maybe in the toy box that Bella had gotten him. He also got a bunch of toys from Santa. We helped Lizzy open a pretend doctor kit from Carlisle, a dollhouse from Esme, a giant teddy bear that was the same size as me from Emmett and Jasper, some Disney Movies from Nessie and me, and there was a giant box filled with dresses of all shapes and colors from Alice and Rosalie. I shook my head in disbelief. How many dresses could a little girl wear? We all exchanged gifts next. Nessie gave me a set of tools for me to fix cars with and I got her a portrait of Lizzy and Mason. Alice had dressed them and Rosalie took the pictures. Our kids were definitely photogenic. The picture looked like one from a Hallmark Greeting Card. Carlisle and Esme got us plane tickets to visit Isle Renesmee and a promise watch out kids when we were gone. Bella and Edward got me a beat up old car. It didn't seem like that great of a gift, but I was ecstatic. I loved fixing up old cars. Alice got me a box of designer clothes, Jasper got me some gift cards to a mechanic shop to buy parts for the car, Emmett got me Call of Duty: Black Ops (again, Nessie was thrilled), and Rosalie got me a dog bowl with my name engraved on it. I just smirked at her, but accepted it. My gift to her was a dumb blond joke book.
After presents, we packed up the car and headed home. Mason was asleep in his car seat before we got out of the drive way. I put him in his bed when we got home and then fell asleep next to Nessie. We had a quiet Christmas dinner at home and I helped the kids put together their toys. I promised to teach Mason how to ride his bike the next day but Nessie made him swear to wear the helmet. He agreed as we tucked him into bed.
"Did you have a good Christmas bud?" I asked him.
"Yeah dad! It was awesome!"
"I'm glad you liked it," I said happily.
"Merry Christmas Mason."
"Merry Christmas Dad."