Defiant little girl, Jasper hissed in his mind for the umpteenth time in the past half hour. He had been trying to get Ginny into bed when she thought it was funny to run away and hide. Why did seven year olds' think hiding somewhere so everyone else had to waste their time looking for them was actually fun? Because newsflash, it wasn't.
How many damn places can one little girl hide? He growled in frustration as his search through Alice's ridiculous number of clothes came to no avail. He was running out of patience and fast and when he finally found that little girl she was totally dead. He slowly walked down the stairs and met Emmet in the kitchen. He was apparently searching every cupboard, also to no avail.
"She wasn't in Alice's closet," Jasper told him. Emmet shook his head, indicating that she wasn't in any of the cupboards. Rosalie and Alice walked in, their hair lightly dampened with the rain. Both Emmet and Jasper shot them slightly hopeful looks, which were beaten down quickly when no on else followed behind them. She wasn't any where in the woods within a 5 mile radius of the house apparently.
"Where could that little runt be hiding?" Emmet groaned loudly. Bella and Edward walked in from upstairs and shook their heads. Apparently she wasn't in any of the rooms upstairs. Jacob and Renesmee walked back into the home, also empty handed. She wasn't in any of Esme's gardens.
"She's not in the garage or any of the cars," Carlisle and Esme walked in, slightly dejectedly. Jasper cursed quietly.
"Where else is there to hide?" Edward questioned. Everyone else in the room shrugged. Trust Ginny to find the only place within the home or a 5 mile radius of the house that no one else knew about. Jasper sighed and looked up at the clock. It had now been an hour since she had decided to hide from them and Jasper was getting slightly worried. What if something had happened to her when she had hid herself? Could she be hurt somewhere in the woods crying?
No, he would be able to sense her fear, Ginny was definitely alright. As if Edward read his thoughts (which he probably did) he shook his head quietly.
"She's alright, don't worry," he said quietly. Jasper nodded and then looked up at the stairs. He grinned as a sudden idea hit him. The others looked at him curiously,
"Has anyone ever checked to see if there was a cupboard under the stairs?" Jasper asked quietly, a triumphant grin etched onto his face. The others were quick to catch on and also grinned. He put his finger to his lips and softly started to inch his way to the stairs. Sure enough, there was a small door underneath the sixth stair, the exact size for Ginny to fit comfortably inside. He gently opened the door, and was shocked to see what was inside.
Ginny lay on the ground, curled up into a tiny ball, fast asleep. She had apparently grabbed her teddy bear and was using it as a temporary pillow. Her breathing was even and a small smile graced her lips.
Jasper felt his anger ebbing at the sight. He was expecting Ginny to run out and jump on him, laughing and screaming and instead he found her quietly asleep, probably dreaming about more games to play the next day. She always seemed to be thinking of those. Jasper bent his back and slowly walked into the tiny cupboard. He gently picked up the tiny girl into his arms and slowly walked at of the room and started up the stairs. He was careful to keep her balance and not wake her up. He didn't want to disturb whatever dream she was having.
Softly he walked into her room and placed her on her bed. He had already pulled the blankets down an hour prior to him finding her so he only had to place her down. He watched as she automatically switched her position so that she was once again on her side, curled up in a ball but with her small hands clinging to her teddy bear. He lightly chuckled. Esme had bought that for Ginny to help ease the nightmares when she had been six, and a year later she was still clinging to it.
He gently stroked her face one more time before pulling up the blankets onto her sleeping form and walking out of the room. Just as he was about to turn out the light he heard a small voice from the back of the room.
"Big brother?" a slightly groggy voice questioned. Jasper turned around and gave her a warm smile.
"Yes?" he answered her. She gave him a slightly nervous smile.
"You're not mad at me right?" Jasper inwardly chuckled at her slight insecurity and shook his head. After all, how could he be mad at the beautiful girl in front of him?
She gave him a bright smile, and he could tell that she was relieved. He walked back over to her and lightly kissed her forehead.
"Go to sleep, little sister," she gave him another, slightly sleepy smile before turning back onto her side. He watched her silently until her breathing evened into a slightly slower pace and the same small smile was on her lips before silently slipping out of the room, closing the door behind him.
The others were waiting downstairs, apparently eager to begin the nights' festivities before they were once again at the mercy of an eight year old girl. Jasper chuckled as he joined his family. Edward gave him a slightly puzzled look before smiling. He had apparently grasped what Jasper was thinking about. It was something he himself had thought about on several occasions.
The fact that a large coven of vampires could be at the call of a tiny, seven year old girl, scarcely over three feet tall.
Morning light shone through the large window, shining warm light on to the body of small girl. Said girl was clutching a tiny teddy bear, curled in up into a small ball, completely oblivious to anything but her blissful dreams. Her curls of red hair lightly flowing onto her pillow, her delicate face seemed to be carved by a master, her mouth stretched into a gentle smile.
She kept on sleeping when her door opened and a tall, well-built man walked into her room. He silently walked over to the tiny girl, unusually graceful for such a large man, and stared at her sleeping form for a few moments. She looked so peaceful that he almost walked out of her room to allow her to sleep for a few more minutes, but he had already done so several times and knew she had to wake up.
"Hey runt, time to wake up." He whispered quietly into her ear. Her green eyes shot open and met with his golden.
"Brother?" her small voice questioned. She was still pretty sleepy, noticeable by the slightly unfocused look in her eyes.
"You got to get up, I'll explain when you come down," he replied, lightly backing up and giving her room to get out of her bed. She hopped out and wobbled slightly on her feet. He quickly caught and steadied her.
"Thank you, I'll be down in a second," she mumbled, lightly rubbing the sleep from her eyes. He chuckled and quickly left her room and down the stairs before entering the kitchen. A petite browned haired woman, and a tall blonde stood in the kitchen, putting together an egg and toast breakfast for the small girl.
"Did you actually wake her now?" the blonde smiled teasingly. He scowled at her playfully.
"Yes, she should come down soon, thank you very much," he replied cheekily before disappearing from his spot and behind the blonde, wrapping her arms around her. He caught her off guard and she dropped the butter she had been putting back into the fridge in surprise. The brown haired woman rolled her eyes and placed the plate of eggs, toasts, and orange slices, and a glass of apple juice onto the table.
Soft footsteps alerted the three of the small girl approaching. Quickly Rosalie slipped out of Emmet's arms and onto the other side of the room, putting the toaster away into the cupboard.
"Good morning!" Esme's cheerful voice directed towards the new occupant of the room. Ginny was still in her little nightgown, white silk with red flowers on the bottom, and clutching a stuffed bear loosely at her side.
"Good morning, where's Jazzie and the others today?" she asked to no one in particular, softly sliding into her seat at the table.
"They went hunting this morning and won't be back until later tonight," Ginny gave Rosalie and slightly confused look, so she continued, "They went up in the mountains for bigger prey," she explained. Ginny nodding in serious, as if she truly knew what she had meant.
"I don't know why they did that though, I like my prey small personally," Ginny gave them a big smile, taking a big bite out of her egg. The others laughed, enjoying the small girl's playfulness.
"After you finish eating you have to get ready to go out, me and Rose are taking you shopping today." Emmet took the seat next to the small girl and continued talking to her. "We need to get you new clothes for school," Ginny smiled brightly and quickly finished up her breakfast. Rosalie laughed and gently grabbed her hand before leading her up to her bedroom.
"Let's get you all ready to go shopping then sweetie," Rosalie's voice filtered down from the staircase, purposely loud. Emmet groaned, scarcely understanding what he had gotten himself into. How had Rosalie even convinced him to do this? Memories of the nights 'activities' between him and Rosalie suddenly ran through his mind, particular ones more bright then others. Oh yeah, that was how.
Esme shook her head, amusement in her eyes as she watched her third eldest child in what was comical distress. She grabbed Ginny's dishes and began washing them, not one of the suds ever hitting her designer shirt. It continued that way for several minutes, Emmet contemplating the tortures of the day and Esme cleaning various parts of the kitchen, until they heard Rosalie and Ginny's footsteps coming down the stairs again.
Rosalie entered the kitchen, followed closely by little Ginny. She was wearing a white spaghetti strapped dress, due to the warmer weather, with a red hoodie one top to keep her warm. Rosalie herself also dressed for the slightly warmer weather. She was wearing a white camisole with eyelet lace on the bottom and top, light blue jeans, and blue high heels.
"We're ready to go!" Ginny stated proudly, walking over to Emmet and smiling up at him. Emmet couldn't help but return the smile that so easily graced the younger girl's face. Having Ginny around left an air of innocence and youthful happiness around the house, something the vampires clung to like an addict to a drug. Ginny was addictive to the Cullens like Bella was to Edward, and they all knew it.
"Let's get going, preferably before traffic hits the roads," Rosalie said, grabbing Ginny's hand and waiting for Emmet to get up, slightly impatiently. Emmet rolled his eyes at his wife's impatience. Some things would never change, no matter how many little girls started to run rampant in their household.
"Bye mom!" he said as he followed the two women out the door. Esme rolled her eyes but nonetheless said goodbye to her son and two daughters. Yes, Ginny was her daughter, and no one else's, not anymore.
"Bye, have fun! And good luck!" Esme whispered the last part low enough that not even Emmet could hear what she had said. She knew her third child would need that luck, having to deal with her second child swooning over the younger child, and a seven year old girl with a over dose of curiosity in a large mall. Yes, he would definitely need as much luck as possible.
Ginny hopped enthusiastically out of the jeep, stretching her arms as wide as her small frame permitted. Even with the lunatic way vampires had of driving, it had taken two hours, give or take, to arrive at the closet mall the girls had deemed good enough for their family to shop. Two very long, boring hours, at least it seemed that way to the small girl. She turned around and waited impatiently for her brother and sister to get out of the car.
Emmet laughed as he got out of the car. The way the small girl was looking at him was the same way you would expect a grown woman to look, not a seven year old girl. She stared at him expectantly, her green eyes boring into him. He didn't need to be a mind reader like Edward to understand what the little girl was saying.
"Hurry up!" the little girl grabbed his and Rosalie's hands as soon as they had gotten out of the car and started to walk towards the mall, dragging them along with her. Of course, they both could have easily slipped out of the small girl's grip, but what would be the fun in that? After all, this was whole trip was for Ginny, why not let her have her fun?
Ginny led them all the way towards the front of the mall and then stopped, turning her head slightly to look at her two companions. Rosalie laughed, and took the front, leading them towards a small department in the mall. It was a shop solely for little girls. As they walked in, Emmet was overwhelmed by the girliness. Over the top dresses dominated one side of the room. They were apparently for all formal occasions, like weddings and such affairs. The other half had more casual attire, like little skirts, jeans, shirts, and dresses. Necklaces, bracelets, and other such jewelry lined the walls on either side. Shoes ran along underneath them.
Ginny beamed happily and ran rampant around the room, looking through both formal and casual attire. Rosalie followed behind her, grabbing each article of clothing that Ginny liked, before Emmet was dragged to the dressing room, carrying an armful of clothes that Rosalie had shoved into his arms.
"Here Ginny, go try these on, and then come out and show us how they look, okay?" Rosalie took several of the topmost outfits out of Emmet's hands and gave them to Ginny. Ginny beamed happily and nodded, taking the clothes to her hands and carefully trying not to drag them on the ground. She walked over to the lady behind the counter, who smiled at her before handing her a number card and directed her to put it on the cubicle door. Ginny eagerly walked in to the directed stall and began to try on the clothes.
Emmet had no idea how many outfits he had stared at in the past hour or so but knew that it was enough to last him eternity, literally. Ginny was no longer trying on clothing. Instead, she and Rosalie were deciding which outfits to keep and which outfits to put back. He groaned, inwardly glad that Rosalie had already decided that this store had enough clothing choices that they didn't have to go to any other store.
As he was beginning to wonder if he would ever see anything other then pink fluffy dresses again, Rosalie clapped her hands together and announced they were finished. Emmet silently thanked god and quickly took the unwanted clothing from Rosalie's arms and put them all back in no time.
Rosalie laughed lightly as she watched her husband swiftly put everything away, eager to leave the shop. Ginny looked up at her curiously.
"Rosie? What's funny?" she asked, looking in the same direction that Rosalie was, hoping to catch a glimpse of it.
"Nothing, let's go buy these so we can go home, okay?" Ginny gave a nod of approval and Rosalie took her hand and walking over to the cashier. They bought their items and walked out to the car, Emmet following quickly. Ginny slipped into her seat in the back and Emmet made sure she was safely buckled in before seating himself in the driver's seat. Already slipping his keys into the ignition before he was fully seated in the car.
"That was so tiring," Emmet groaned, sliding into a seat next to Jasper on the couch. Jasper shot him an amused look. Emmet had gotten his first full shot of an overly hyper pixie with an abnormal love of new clothing. Maybe he would stop calling him whipped by Alice now.
"Where is Ginny now?" Jasper asked. He and the rest of the Cullens had just gotten back from hunting and were being filled in on the shopping trip. Alice and Rosalie were gossiping about how cute Ginny's new outfits were, with Bella only pretending to listen. Esme had already been told and was out in her garden, Edward learned the information from Emmet's mind and told both Jacob and Renesmee about it, smirking as hew emphasized Emmet's pain.
"Sleeping," Emmet answered absentmindedly, glaring heatedly at Edward for the over the top way he had of explaining his thoughts he had when he had finally returned home. He did not squeal, not out loud and definitely not in his mind.
"Oh, so you weren't the only exhausted one!" Jasper smirked at him. Emmet growled and launched at his brother. Esme watched quietly at her children. They were all affected by the little girl; they were all more light hearted, as if they really were only teenagers. Even though she didn't realize it, Ginny had helped the Cullens more then they had helped her.
Edward looked up at his mother silently, paying no attention towards the fight happening between Jasper and Emmet. That was common, what his mother was thinking however, was not. He shook his head slightly at his mother's retreating back. Esme always had weird thoughts.
Esme and her crazy observations, he thought wryly, turning his attention fully towards the fight and shoving his mother's thoughts to the back of his mind. He wondered vaguely who would win this time around.
Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait, but it is extra long today! Longer then ever! Woot, woot! Okay anyway, if any one is interested, I am going to be putting some of the dresses and outfits Rosalie bought for Ginny on my profile, at the bottom so just skim down everything else. Next chapter should be up soon so read soon! Hope you enjoyed!
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Bluedoggie