A/N
I'm really sick at the minute, so please bear with me if I'm a little slower with updates etc -my brain doesn't seem to be working right now.
Luckily, most of this story is written already!
Enjoy.
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"Okay, you first." Passing the gift bag over my shoulder, he takes it from me, smile full of mirth.
I watch him closely as he sits straighter and rummages in the bag, discarding tissue paper as he goes.
First gift. He tears into it, his confused look adorable as the small leather journal falls into his lap.
"Open it," I urge, nudging him playfully.
His face is blank as he flips through the pages, his eyes scanning the pages and the words I've written on them.
"This …" he starts, letting his words trail off. "Bella, this is …"
"It's a little book of light."
His eyes meet mine briefly, before turning back to the book, turning pages.
It's a tiny little notebook, but inside, I've filled page upon page of memories of us that make me smile, and the things he does that makes my heart skip a beat —like his smile, his laugh, the way his eyes sparkle when he's having fun. And I've left pages blank, so we can fill them as we go.
"For when you feel like you need a little bit of light amongst the darkness."
His kiss is feral, strong, and I absorb it, every ounce of it, lifting my arms and wrapping them around his neck.
"I love it, thank you." His voice is quiet, whispered words into my mouth.
"There's one more," I tell him, kissing him lightly once more.
Except I'm way too nervous about this one and it shows. He narrows his eyes playfully at me as he unwraps the box.
It arrived yesterday, last minute and I contemplated not giving him it. I don't know how he'll take it.
His confused expression remains as he opens the box. I can't take my eyes off his face.
It's bubble-wrapped, unraveling slowly and rolling onto the palm of his hand. For a while he's too silent, staring blankly at the snow globe in the palm of his hand. I can't read his face and I feel sick.
It's sentimental —a closely guarded side of Edward I've only recently found.
Inside the globe, is a name. His sister's name. Varying shades of blue; the white of the snow glistening within the liquid. Her name stands out brightly amongst the winter colours.
"I just …" I think I'm going to vomit. Or cry. I can't decide. "You said she … loved the snow and I …"
I don't know what to say, what I'm trying to say. This was a stupid idea.
Suddenly he turns his head, looking straight at me, my breath catching in my throat as a silent tear trails down his cheek.
I chuckle through my own tears, wiping his from his face. "I can't tell if you hate it or not."
Shaking his head, he grabs me, pulling me close. "I love it," he whispers. "I love it so much."
Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him for dear life as he grips the snow globe tightly in his hand.
After a couple of calm minutes, he speaks, clearing his throat first. "You can open yours now."
"You need to let me go first."
He shakes his head, tightening his grip and I laugh into his shoulder.
When he finally loosens his grip, I allow him the privacy to wipe his tears as I pull my first gift towards me.
Opening it carefully, I chance a glance at him, smiling when I notice he's studying his snow globe, shaking it lightly so the little white flakes dance around inside the glass.
I gasp, opening the long, thin box; uncovering a gorgeous rose gold and platinum necklace. It's a locket, a little heart covered in snowflakes. I chuckle at our obvious winter theme and open the heart.
Inside is a tiny version of the selfie we took with our pitiful snowman.
Biting my lip, I turn to him, leaning forward to kiss his lips, trying not to cry. "It's so beautiful, thank you."
He smiles against my lips, motioning towards another gift, a card of some sort. I open it and burst into a fit of laughter, playfully slapping his shoulder.
A Victoria's Secret gift card.
"That one is purely selfish," he laughs.
"I'll have fun with this." I wink, leaning my body into his. "Thank you."
Kissing my head, he whispers "I can't wait," into my hair.
There's so much more I want to say, want to tell him, but I chicken out.
I want to kiss him and tell him I love him, because I do. I really, really do. But the silence swallows us, our contentment placating us, needing no words.
It's a perfect moment. One I'll never forget.
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