The eleventh day of Christmas
Alice skipped down the steps in her new party dress, a smile plastered over her face. She jumped from the eleventh step up, and Jasper expertly caught her before she hit the cold wooden floor.
"How do I look?" She asked, jumping out of his arms and spinning around.
"You look-" Jasper began.
"Auntie Ali you look like a princess!" A child like voice called from the front door. Alice spun around and opened her arms as Renesmee flew into them.
"What are you doing here, Nessie?" Alice asked. Bella, Edward, and Renesmee had been in London for the last two weeks, and they were supposed to be staying for Christmas.
"We decided to fly home early." Bella said brightly, following her daughter through the door. Edward came behind with an annoyed look on his face.
"Renesmee went into a panic about Santa not being able to find her in London." He said, "She screamed until we agreed to take her home."
"Well that was silly, Ness." Alice said, "You know Santa has GPS."
"He does?" Renesmee asked, a confused look on her face.
"Uh-huh." Alice said, "And it's got directions to where every boy and girl are. You're born with a tracker inside you, so he knows where you are at all times."
Renesmee's eyes widened, "That. Is. So. Cool!" She turned to her parents, "This means we can go back to London!"
"Are you kidding?" Edward asked, "It's Christmas Eve. Now we're home, we're staying home."
Renesmee pouted, but Alice just laughed and picked her up by her ankles, dangling her upside down, "We'll have loads of fun, won't we Ness?"
"Alice, be careful!" Bella said, watching her daughter anxiously. Alice just rolled her eyes.
"Come on, we have to get you dressed up! They'll be here soon!" She said.
"Who?" Edward asked.
"The Finley's!" Alice said, "They're coming over for Christmas!"
The Finley's were distant relatives of the Cullens, who'd been living in Scotland for the past four hundred years. Edward frowned as he remembered the fight he'd gotten into a few years ago with one of the Finley boys after hearing his rather disgusting thoughts about Rosalie.
"Don't worry," Alice said, as if reading Edward's own mind, "Richard isn't invited."
With that, she carried Renesmee upstairs to put her in a dress to meet her family.
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The Finley's arrived an hour later, brandishing gifts and merriment. The family stayed up well into the night, and when Renesmee looked as if she could fall asleep at any moment, Alice and Jasper volunteered to put her to bed.
"Wait!" Alice cried when they were half way up the stairs, "We forgot about Santa!"
Renesmee's eyes snapped wide open at the mention of the man, "We have to leave him milk, and cookies, and carrots for the reindeers, and-"
"Shh," Alice hushed, "We will! Come on!"
She grabbed Renesmee's hand and pulled her down the stairs, and Jasper watched as his wife grew just as excited as Renesmee herself. They threw open the refrigerator door and peered inside. "Milk!"
Alice poured out a glass and raided the cupboard until she found cookies, arranging them neatly on a plate. Renesmee darted round the kitchen, "Carrots! Don't forget the carrots!"
Alice frowned, "I don't think we have any carrots, sweetie."
Renesmee stopped, staring up at Alice with tears in her eyes, "But the reindeer!"
Alice opened a drawer and looked inside, "Reindeer eat potatoes, right?" Renesmee looked doubtful, "I'm sure they do."
Alice grabbed two potatoes and placed them next to the cookies. "All done!"
Renesmee still looked doubtful, but she smiled, "Now what?"
"Now we go to bed." Alice said.
"But I'm not tired any more!" She insisted. Jasper frowned at Alice and she looked back guiltily, knowing she was the reason Renesmee was now wide awake.
"Nessie, if you don't go to sleep then Santa won't come and leave you presents." Alice said. Renesmee wavered. "And I have it on good authority that he's got you a big girl bike."
Renesmee's mouth dropped open, "Really?! How do you know?!"
"I know someone who works for him." Alice said with a wink, "But don't tell your parents I told you, 'kay?"
"'kay!" Renesmee said with a grin, "Can we go to bed now?"
"Of course we can." Alice said, looking at Jasper triumphantly.
They took Renesmee up to her room, and tucked her into bed. When she asked to be read a story, Jasper made one up about reindeer and elves. Alice listened just as intently as Renesmee, loving the sound of his voice and giggling when he put on the different voices.
When she'd finally gone to sleep, they closed the door quietly behind them. Alice smiled at Jasper, "You'd make such a great Dad."
Jasper smiled back, both of them happy and sad at the same time. They'd both love children, but at the same time they knew they had all they needed in each other.
A sound erupted from downstairs, deafeningly loud.
Jasper frowned, "Are those bagpipes?"
Alice leaned over the staircase and peered downstairs. The Finley's and the Cullen's had combined to make eleven people, each one attempting to play the bagpipes. Alice stared, "What are you doing?"
"It's tradition." Isla Finley called back with a laugh, "Gotta play bagpipes on Christmas Eve."
Renesmee's door flew open, "Is it Christmas yet?"
Alice and Jasper looked at her with a grown. She sped past them downstairs, "It's Christmas! Where's my bike?"
"Alice!" Bella called exasperatedly from downstairs.
A sheepish smiled crossed Alice's face, "You gotta love family at Christmas, right?"
~On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me, Eleven Pipers Piping.~
A/N: Wasn't sure if I was going to bring Renesmee/Bella into this, but I did in the end...you like?! Review ;)
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