I have to thank my a fantastic trio of friends for helping me with this: m0t0b33, teamalltwilight and Pyejammies! ;)

As always, I don't own anything Twilight related or anything else you might recognize in my story. I DO own the idea.

We'll just call them Hot Mama and Jailbait. :) Check the pictures in my FB group: Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction (link on my profile)

Bella's POV

One hour into our drive, Edward starts becoming more alert – maybe the coffee is having an effect or it's just close to the hour he usually wakes up.

"I'm bored," he tells me, slouching in the seat.

"Should we play that plate numbers game or maybe name the car or something else to keep the kid entertained?" I tease him.

"How about we play Twenty Questions?" Edward suggests.

"Sounds good. You start?" I ask, tapping my fingers to the steering wheel as a nice song comes on the radio.

When he doesn't say anything, I glance at him. He's staring at my hands.

"Are you going to take that off?"

"Is that your question?"

"I think we both lost a question." Edward laughs. "But seriously, outside the game. Are you going to take off the wedding band?"

"Maybe. I never thought I would have to," I admit. "My turn."

"That wasn't part of the game!" he protests.

"Sorry, but you asked something. My turn, I insist." I see him shrugging so I decide to ask my question. "How far have you gone with your girlfriends?"

"Whoa! That shouldn't be the first question," he groans, looking out the window.

"You want me to take my ring off. I guess it's the least I should know," I say quietly.

"I slept just with two of them okay? No more questions about that."

"Aw, but I'm curious."

"If you want such questions, just say so," he mutters. "Who was your first?"

I laugh. I like him jealous and possessive. "You don't know him," I answer.

"Bellaaa."

"You didn't give me names, why should I? My question is…" I squint ahead, thinking of something good. Since we're making this game very personal… "How did you tell Emmett you liked me?" I'm really curious about this one.

"Uh... He asked me why I stopped paying attention to the girls in school…" Edward shrugs. "And I kinda blurted out that they don't compare to you. Actually, I used that nickname… I won't say it again, sorry."

"Hot Mama?" I check and he nods once. "I like it," I admit.

"Really?" He's smiling and if I wasn't driving, I'd pull him close and kiss him. "First thing you bought with your first pocket money? If you remember."

"That's easy." I beam at him. "A Backstreet Boys tape. Absolutely loved them. Still love them."

"A…what?" He frowns.

I want to slap my face. "A tape… you know? Surely you saw them too."

"Sorry…nope."

I start explaining what a tape is and how the pencil used to be my best friend when the band caught in the stereo. Such nice memories, though I was ready to kill someone at the time it happened.

By the time I'm done with my explanation, Edward's laughing hysterically. "Yeah, saw one or two of Dad's," he says. "They're ancient!"

I gasp and turn to glare at him. "Shut up, Jailbait!"

His green eyes grow twice in size before he bends over, laughing harder. "Says the Cougar."

"I think I prefer Hot Mama," I mumble to myself but apparently loud enough because Edward's choking up.

I roll the windows down to help him calm down.

Once he regains his senses, I pounce. "The first thing you bought with your pocket money?"

"I don't remember, but I can tell you the most embarrassing thing I asked Dad to give me money to buy."

"Condoms?" I ask amused.

"How did you know?"

"It was obvious, but sadly, I know the back story." I shake my head. "He was purple from laughing."

"Yeah, Old Man had a good laugh at me wanting to buy condoms. To tell you the truth, he didn't even give me money. He offered me a foil and told me to use it wisely."

"I know. I didn't find it very funny because I remembered how it was to be young and have such needs and…still live with the parents," I confess. "Don't you remember that I gave you fifty bucks the next day?"

"Yep." He nods. "You told me to use it for rainy days."

"I had no idea how to tell you to go buy condoms. It would have been weird," I say laughing. "You'd have probably taken it the wrong way."

"Maybe. I did buy condoms with it though."

"Speaking of them…" I whisper. "Remind me to stop at the supermarket in Aspen before we head to the cabin."

"Seriously?" he shouts. "You really want?"

I glance at him and smile. "Yeah." I take his hand and bring it to my lips. "I want you."

"Jesus. Don't say such things; I'll make you pull over."

I laugh, letting go of his hand. "Have some patience."

"I've had patience for three years now. I'm a teenager after all," he defends himself. "Ever had a wild fantasy?"

I snort. We are back to the questions. "Yes, it's been fulfilled. I have to think of something else," I answer, not ready to tell him more.

It would be weird to tell him about my sex life with his father.

Edward groans. "I never said dirty fantasy."

"Oh." I feel my blush spreading to my neck. "Well, a wild fantasy?" I probe.

"Yeah. I'll tell you mine if it helps. I'd like to skydive."

"Not while I'm alive," I say seriously. "You'll probably give me a heart attack."

"Gottcha cancel the skydiving appointment," he jokes. "So?"

"I don't really have any wild fantasy…" I admit.

"Unless it's dirty," he says amused.

"Oh, shush you!" I chide him. "I know! I want to ski!"

"You want to ski?" he asks in disbelief.

"Yes. I'm afraid I'll break my legs, but yeah…I'd like to try that."

"You never went skiing with Dad?" Edward asks shocked.

"Honey, your dad wasn't at that age when you try out dangerous sports. When we came to Aspen, we spent our time in the cabin or in the city."

"I'll take you skiing," he says determined. "And hiking."

I smile, nodding.

I'd love to experience these new things with him.

For the rest of the way Edward makes plans of what we should do.

I'm thinking of the moment we'll step in the cabin. I can't wait to see how we'd react once we realize we're alone and we don't have to hide or wait or…anything.

Mental note: we must stop at the supermarket and buy a dozen boxes of condoms.

I'd hate to make one of us come back into town for them. The cabin is pretty secluded – like five miles away from the road.

We established that I hate the term Cougar so Edward keeps referring to me as Hot Mama. I tease him by calling him Jailbait – he is.

When I pass the Aspen sign, Edward pockets his phone – he's been talking with Emmett for the past two hours. Back and forth. I swear they're worse than girls.

"Oh, I just realized!" he exclaims making me jump in my seat.

"What, Jailbait?"

"Stop that, will you?"

"Nope. What is it?"

"Can we buy a tree?"

"Hmm. Good idea. We'll see what we can find. If not…you'll have to do with the ones surrounding the house."

"You suck," he mumbles. "Christmas without a tree…awful."

"I was joking!" I exclaim. God, he's such a kid.

"Awesome! Let's finish our shopping then start our week." He winks, bouncing in his seat as I park in front of a supermarket.

He's with the cart as I carry canned products, fruits and pre-cooked food in it. He puts every kind of sweets he can find in the cart. I also buy a few Christmassy decorations for the house and tree. I already brought some from home but if Edward wants an actual tree we need more.

It's Christmas Eve and thankfully the place is rather empty so we can shop in peace.

At the cash register, I ask where we can find trees and the boy tells me that right outside the store is someone selling them. Great.

My eyes widen with every product he scans.

How many things did Edward get while I was busy looking for stuff we'll actually need?

Oh, he bought three boxes of condoms.

I want to tell him we might need more but I can't find my voice.

The boy ringing our products looks suspiciously at my left hand when he passes the condoms over the scanner. He probably thinks I'm having an affair.

Ah. I wish this wouldn't be so complicated.

As I look through my wallet for the credit card, Edward wraps his arm around my shoulders, kissing the top of my head.

Wonderful. Give him ideas.

Edward takes our bags as we go to buy the tree. We find a small one, perfect for what we need.

"Ready?" I whisper as we're back in my car.

"More than ready," he says eagerly, leaning to kiss my cheek.

I drive the last five miles that separate us from the dream vacation with a smile on my face and with wet panties since Edward decides to cover my neck in kisses.

We so close...right? More tomorrow.

Now I'm going to prepare the dough for Gingerbread men. Love them. nom nom nom