Sorry for not updating for so long, on this and The Call, I've had major writer block. But now I'm back. :D I hope you like this one, and if you have any ideas for more, don't hesitate to review them or PM me. They would be much appreciated. :D

-Ember

P.S. I'm not Stephenie Meyer, no matter how many times I wish I could be. :(

EmPOV

December had come around once again.

It was time again to get out the vast collection of holiday decorations we possessed.

Alice and Esme put us all to work, they were in charge of setting up this big mess.

It took us a couple of trips up and down the stairs to gather the many items of celebration we possessed from the cluttered attic.

Of course, with our speed and strength, it only took a couple of minutes.

Jasper and I were in charge of hanging anything of considerable height up, and of hanging the lights on our roof.

We were presently on the roof, speeding around, not paying attention to reigning in our abilities, for this house was far out of sight of any wanderers from town.

"Emmett," Jasper said in a mock serious voice, "that string is crooked."

"Shut up," I murmured, and resumed tacking the lights to the roof, doing my best not to pound so hard the whole gutter fell apart.

Jasper walked over, having finished hanging up his half.

He watched in silence for a few moments, before saying, "That one is too."

His voice somewhat caught me by surprise and I pounded into the gutter, breaking off a large section of it.

I swore under my breath and looked up to glare at Jasper.

"What?" he asked innocently.

I grinned, and acted quickly, before he could register what I had planned.

I quickly punched him in the gut, and he flew off the roof from the force of my punch. I would never let him forget that though he was the most strategic in a fight, I had the most brute force. It did come in handy.

He landed lithely on his feet, and the ground caved slightly under the impact.

He just laughed, and I growled.

We heard a voice call from inside the house, "Emmett Cullen! You did not just push my husband off the roof!"

I laughed and responded, "Sorry, Alice!"

She tried to cover up her own laughter and said, "I'll have to get you later, though."

"Oh no!" I said in fake horror.

I quickly finished hanging up the rest of my portion of the lights and jumped off the roof to proceed inside.

I saw my wife hanging up mistletoe on the doorframe to the kitchen. We actually used that now for when the werewolves visited, or when Nessie occasionally felt like human food. Usually all she wanted was chocolate cake or pie, though for the reason I could not fathom. It all smelled horrible.

"Rose!" I rushed over to her as she finished taking it to the wood. I wrapped my large arms around her small voice and whispered playfully, "Alice is going to murder me."

"I think you deserve it, honey," she whispered back, and I pretended to pout as she patted my cheek with her slender hand.

Her wedding ring glittered in the light of the tree we had set up in the living room; reminding everyone and anyone that she was mine. Yes, I am slightly possessive, but I'm a man, though not exactly a human one. I don't like to share.

She was perfect in every way, she was beautiful, she was loving, she was protective, she was mine.

"Oh look, Rosie," I said, acting casual, "mistletoe!"

She just laughed as I slowly spun her around to face me.

"I love you," I said, my voice low, so only she could hear it.

"I love you too," she whispered back, and I leaned down and pulled her close.

Everytime I kissed her, it was the same feeling as our first. A completely wondrous thing, and it made my dead heart ache for more.

As we pulled away, slowly from each other, she looked up at me with light sparkling from her beautiful golden eyes, and said, "But this doesn't mean that I will stop Alice from murdering you."

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