Disclaimer: I still do not own Twilight. If I did, Edward would be real and sitting next to me, reading out loud everything I type.

The bitter cold seeping through the poorly insulated windows into the old house, chilled Bella to the bone through the several layers of long johns, worn jeans, tank top, long sleeved t-shirt, t-shirt, hooded sweatshirt lined with faux fur and blanket draped over her shoulders. Charlie rarely put the heat on past 65, even when Bella begged him on these particularly cold days. Even if he did, the cold outside still would have left a bitterness that refused to disappear. Often times, Bella just added more blankets or started a fire in the fireplace. Soft pops and cracks drifted through the room now, burning wood filling Bella's nostrils as she took a deep breath. She'd always enjoyed the warm woodsy campfire smell.

"Here ya go, love," Edward sighed, bringing Bella a cup of hot cocoa steam swirling up into the air around the mug.

"Thank you," Bella said, eagerly taking the steaming snowman mug from Edward. It had been a recent purchase of Bella's. One she used everyday. Gently, she blew into the mug trying to cool the liquid enough so it wouldn't burn her tongue.

"You know it would be easier to stay warm if you moved to the couch rather than sit next to a window that isn't properly insulated."

"I know. But it's so pretty out there," Bella sighed wistfully, turning to look away from Edward and back out the window, pulling her legs up to help keep her body as warm as possible. Outside, the ground was completely covered from the snowstorm that happened early this morning. The snow was only mildly disturbed by Charlie's footprints when he had hurried out and Edward's footprints and tire tracks from his reappearance this morning.

A thin layer of white flaky snow covered the branches of the otherwise bare trees, glistening in the bright afternoon sun. Bella sighed contentedly. Edward lifted her lightly, carefully placing her on his lap as they looked outside at the breath taking view.

"It's nice having a white Christmas." Bella said, sipping her hot cocoa. The warm liquid easily slid down her throat, warming Bella from the inside out.

"It is. Too bad Charlie got called out to help with all the accidents and everything this morning," Edward murmured.

"It's ok. It's giving us a few hours alone." Bella's gaze flickered up to the top of the window before a slow smile slowly spread across her face, her eyes lighting up.

"What is it, love?" Edward asked, his eyes followed the path her eyes had taken to the top of the windowsill and a small tuft of green plastic leaves and white berries. "Mistletoe?"

"Yup," Bella giggled lightly, placing her hot cocoa down on a small end table. Slowly, she turned, straddling Edward between her knees. Carefully, she pushed her lips against his. Edward's arms snaked around her and deepened the kiss slowly. Letting her kiss him for a moment before he put a hand up and gently pushed her away.

"Bella…"

"I know, I know. I couldn't resist, though," Bella said, smiling lightly before turning back around and snuggling into Edward's chest, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders. Bella leaned forward, picking up a remote from the end table and pushed play. Soft Christmas music wafted through the living room. Bella placed the remote back down and picked up her hot cocoa sipping it contentedly.

"You know we could go to my house. It's much warmer there."

"We could. But your family is there. Nothing against them, but I am enjoying having you all to myself. Plus, I've barely started my hot cocoa."

"Alice is looking forward to giving you her present."

"Just a bit longer, then we can head over."

"Okay."

"So here's a question."

"Yes love?"

"Do you normally celebrate the holidays? I mean, after a hundred years of Christmases…"

"Yes," Edward chuckled, his chest bouncing gently against Bella's back. "Alice adores every holiday. Especially Christmas and Halloween."

"But the house wasn't even decorated yesterday."

"Oh, it absolutely is now. Rosalie won't let her decorate until Christmas Eve. I wouldn't let her decorate until you were far, far away from her wrath."

"What's your favorite Christmas memory?"

"This one. Right now."

"Before me, what was your fave Christmas memory?" Bella said, a soft pink color tinting her cheeks at Edward's words.

"Hmm… The last Christmas as a human. My mother… She was so excited. My parents didn't have much money, but she had hid as much as she could for Christmas for a few small toy presents for me. My father… He was just beginning to become sick with the flu." Edward whispered softly, a distant look taking over his features. "It's the only memory I have left of being human."

Bella listened intently. "Thank you for sharing it with me."

Edward smiled crookedly before he said, "What about you?'

"Uhhh. Probably the first Christmas my parents divorced. It was the first happy Christmas I remember. Renee was so unhappy in their marriage, and Charlie… He wasn't around much. Renee and I baked Christmas cookies like there would never be another Christmas. Renee's parents took us in for a while. It was the first and last year Grandpa dragged Renee and I out to chop down our own Christmas tree and Grandma made this elaborate Christmas dinner. Grandpa read the night before Christmas and Grandma played Christmas carols."

Bella sat quietly, reliving the moment, a smile lifting up the corners of her lips.

"It sounds wonderful."

"It was." Bella sipped from her mug of cocoa, effectively ending the conversation, and the two sat companionable silence, looking out at the snow.

So, I've kinda been using these one shots as a writing exercise on detail. Detail of setting up the scene, what's in the room and how the characters are feeling. . That kind of stuff. If you read and review with a one shot you would like to see in this story, I'll try my best to write it. =)