A few hours later, there's a knock on the door. I hold Emma with one arm and open the door with the other. It's UPS with our boxes.
"These are for Jasper and Emma Cullen," the delivery guy says.
"That's us."
He looks at me holding Emma.
"Would you like some help?
"That'd be great," he sets the boxes down just inside the doorway, "Thanks."
"My pleasure. Just sign here."
I sign and he leaves.
"Emma," I whisper in her ear, "Christmas presents are here."
She stirs when I say Christmas.
"Is it really?"
"Technically, it's Christmas Eve, but the presents from Alaska are here."
"We should wait until tomorrow."
"No, we shouldn't, and you don't want to."
"No, I don't. What are you waiting for? Christmas? Open 'em!"
~Emma's pov~
Our presents came from Alaska. There are two medium sized boxes and one long, thin box.
Jasper opens one of the medium boxes and says, "Dang it! There wrapped."
"Of course they are. Gimme."
I hold out my hands and he gives me one. I open it and it's a book.
"These are all yours."
He pushes the box to me. I open all the presents and they're all books. At the bottom of the box, there's a note.
I just sent the books because I didn't want your clothes to get messed up. More to come!
It's in momma's print.
"Alice!" Jasper murmurs.
He opens the thin box and pulls out a guitar.
"I didn't know you played," I say.
"Emmett broke my last one. We couldn't find one like it."
In the second box, there's some toys for Pneuma's ice room. Benjamin froze the guest room and made it snow every hour or so. He loves his power so he didn't mind.
Jasper's phone buzzes and after a second, he says, "Nanu, you're on speaker."
I sit down on the floor beside him and say, "Hi mommy!"
"Hello, darling. Do you like your books?"
"Oh, yes, mommy, I love them. Thank you."
"We ordered them before you went into Sleep State, that's why there's so many, but they should keep you occupied for a while."
"Thank you so much, mommy."
"My pleasure, love."
"Is Alice there?" Jasper asks.
"Yes, Jasper?" she answers.
Jasper takes the phone off speaker and mouths that he's sorry. He rambles to Alice so fast, I give up trying to follow him.
I grab a book and plop down on the couch.
"Sorry about that. She said they'll be home in time for your birthday."
My birthday is New Year's Eve. My parents got drunk at a St. Patrick's Day party, and I happened.
"Please tell me she's not going to do anything."
For my Sweet Sixteen, she managed to throw a huge party, with no humans, and not attract attention.
For my 18th party, we went to Vegas. Momma manipulated everyone's memory and snuck me in. I threw up alcohol for three days after. Never again.
"I hope she isn't. We'll need to stay off the radar do the Volturi don't get curious."
"Good."
"And, no offense, you're not at your full strength, and won't be for a while, so you don't need to strain yourself."
"Does that mean I can't see if I still have my power?"
"I'll call Alice tomorrow."
"Why tomorrow?"
"She's out hunting."
I humph and continue reading and Jasper tunes his guitar and plays.