Chapter 6 – Why did I go against my wife?
Alice marched off with Nessie and Jasper in tow. Edward, chuckling, told everyone that Nessie wasn't the only one getting a tattoo, and took off after them as well. The rest of the family followed, all laughing quietly, except Rosalie, who was rolling her eyes and had her arms crossed over her chest. "I knew this couldn't end well," she hissed.
When they reached the airbrush tattoo 'parlor', Alice was sitting in the chair having the tattoo that had been left uncompleted in her haste to get to her husband finished. Nessie was watching with excitement in her eyes. "Auntie Alice, I want pretty flowers too!" she exclaimed.
Alice's eyes softened on her niece. "Of course Ness, you can have pretty flowers too."
Jasper was eying the flash warily. "Alice, I think I'd like something like this," he said, pointing to a skull and cross bones. It was about the only 'manly' tattoo in the place.
Alice didn't even glance over. "Sorry Jasper, but you don't get a choice. I already have an idea in mind for you." A small grin appeared on her features, and if one didn't know better, they might say it was an evil grin.
Edward started laughing from his place on the sidelines. Bella elbowed him in the ribs. "Edward! Stop it!"
He rubbed his side where she had jabbed him and nodded, but the smile was still on his face. Emmett and Jake had grown bored already with the outing and had went in search of some other game they could have a competition in. Emmett was looking to get Jake back for the tea cup incident.
Rosalie had also disappeared, and when Bella went out of the tent looking for her, she was no where to be found. Frowning she returned. "I can't find Rose," she whispered to Edward.
"She was thinking she would go find some place that is not tourist shopping," Edward answered quietly.
They both looked over to see that Alice was finished and she was now looking for something for Nessie. Shooting another evil looking grin, this time in Edward's direction, she found an elaborate rose design that would fill three quarters of Nessie's arm.
Edward groaned, and Bella rolled her eyes. "Edward, it does come off for crying out loud."
Alice had lifted Nessie into the chair and was now telling her very solemnly that she needed to hold her arm still so the man could give her the tattoo. "...you can sit very still, right Nessie?"
Nessie looked from her aunt to the man and back. "Yes, Auntie Alice, I can." she replied.
"Thats my girl! Now I have to go pick out something for Uncle Jasper to get," Alice told her, letting the airbrush artist take over.
Jasper looked at his wife warily as she approached him. "Alice, I'm sorry. Really. I won't do it again, I swear. Please, don't make me do this!" he pleaded with her in a low voice the humans couldn't overhear.
Alice merely smirked. She was perusing the wall of flash when she came across something that she thought would be perfect. Glancing from the wall to her husband and back again she just snickered and moved on, keeping it in mind.
Suddenly Alice heard Nessie squeal and turned to see that she was finished. Edward was lifting her off the seat and she was saying "Daddy! Isn't it pretty? I'm as pretty as Auntie Alice now!"
Edward and Bella both laughed. "Yes darling you are now as pretty as Auntie Alice," he replied.
Alice's laugh tinkled through the tent as she looked at Nessie then went and grabbed Jasper's hand. "Your turn Jazz."
She half dragged him to the chair and settled him into it. Then she spoke to the artist. "On his right cheek, I want this," she said with a smile. She was pointing to a design that had a butterfly with a rainbow over it and stars all around.
Bella had a hard time holding her laughter in, but Edward was having less success. When Nessie heard Alice she exclaimed, "Oh Uncle Jasper! You are going to be SO PRETTY!"
With that, they all burst into laughter, except Jasper. A gleam came to his eyes, but Alice snapped her eyes to him and raised a brow. "Jasper Whitlock Hale don't you dare even think it."
Jasper sighed and sat back in his chair, to submit to the punishment his wife had dealt him. He sat still as stone and let the man airbrush the girliest thing his wife could come up with onto his face. They would all pay. Maybe a late night slumber party with scary stories....
Finally the ordeal was over, and Alice paid for everything, thanking the artist profusely. Then they stepped out of the tent, into the open crowds of the square.
