A/N: SM owns all things Twilight. Everything else is mine.
Chapter 13
After I lay out the blanket and help her down, I sit down next to her, placing the basket of food and drinks in front of us in the middle. I start to take the items out, naming them as I do. "We have some red wine and my mother's lasagna, made by yours truly after I quick call to her to make sure I was doing it right."
She giggles and I can't resist her lips anymore, so I kiss them good and firm. When I pull back, she smiles and picks up her Tupperware. I pour us some wine and make it known that I did a taste test to see if it was edible. Still smiling, she shakes her head, picks up her fork and digs in. When she wraps her mouth around it, the moan she lets out is glorious and makes me proud that I did so well.
"This is delicious," she compliments. "So, besides making this mouthwatering dish, what did you do today?" She asks after finishing her second bite.
"I got a few more things off my Christmas list." Then I laugh a little, "Mostly for my angel of a niece."
"Speaking of Christmas, what do you want?"
I hum and take a second to think about it. I haven't really thought about what I want, choosing instead to concentrate on the perfect gifts for Bella and everyone else. I just want to spend the day with her, if I'm being honest. "I just want to be with you all day." She rolls her eyes and tries not to smile, but fails horribly. I laugh and lean over, giving her another kiss, but shorter than last. "Although that's completely true, can I have a few days to think about it?" I ask when I pull away to sit back.
"Sure. I'm going to try and finish up on Saturday, so if you don't know by then, I may just buy you coal." She threatens half-heartedly.
"If you buy me coal, I'm returning your gifts." Her head whips up to look at me. I see her wide eyes and realize what I just said. Shit. I hadn't meant to tell her that, now, before she's bought mine.
"Gifts? As in more than one?" She asks, clearly not sure if she heard right.
Thinking on my feet, I say, "Of course! I won't be the only one getting you a present. My mom will probably want to go to Bed Bath & Beyond with you for a ladies day or something." It wasn't what I meant before, but that doesn't make it any less true.
She just shakes her head and we drop the subject. We continue our picnic and leave after we finish our second glass of wine. It's gotten darker, thus colder, faster than I thought it would. When we get inside, I pour us a third and final glass before I lead us over to the couch to explain what's been happening, as promised.
