Just a note; fluffy? Oh goodness yes. I found this amazing song on Youtube…and well, it influenced me, and I wrote a poem, and I've been listening to it nonstop while writing this chapter…kind of short, but majorly fluffy. Enjoy! (And if you all are interested as to what song it is, it's called Hello (My Beautiful) by Vic Mognogna)
I wrapped my Jacob's presents for the half hour of his arrival time. I didn't do anything fancy, I just wrapped the bracelet gently in hunter green tissue paper and put it in a small brown bag, and stuck the two tickets in the bag. What really took me a majority of the thirty minutes was just readjusting the bracelet and tickets to be inside the bag just perfectly. I laughed at my indecisiveness in fixing the bag, because I'd choose one way to present it, and then totally change it a moment later. When the doorbell rang, I practically skipped down to the door, presents in hand.
I opened the door to see my baby, standing tall and dreamily. He gazed into my eyes, and I was instantly in his arms.
"Hey sweetie," he whispered, and I nuzzled up to him, inadvertently squishing the present. At this point, I didn't really care. Nothing compared to being in my baby's arms. He stroked my hair, and I just stood there in the doorway with him for a few precious moments and breathed in his familiar scent.
"I've got your present," I murmured into his jacket.
"Hmm?" he breathed, "and what would that be? I've already got the most amazing thing in my arms." I smiled into his jacket. He always knew just the right thing to say that made my day that much better.
"Let's go into the living room," I said, grudgingly pulling away from his arms. I took his hand, and we made our way into the living room. We sat on the loveseat, and I could somewhat hear the rest of the Cullens moving about the house. They tried to make more noise when I was around, I supposed; just to make things more natural for me. I gave Jake his gift, and he just looked at it with a smirk.
"You know, you really didn't have to get me anything," he said. I looked at him.
"Well what would I have done when you gave me my gift?" I asked teasingly. He rolled his eyes.
"You'd accept it and say thank you," he said, putting an arm around my waist. "Because I don't need anything other than the fact that you're mine." My smile increased slightly.
"That's so sweet," I said, "But I think you deserve something else too, baby. Come on, open it," I urged. He laughed.
"So impatient! Alright, I'll open it." He came across the bracelet wrapped in tissue paper first. He undid the paper around it, and finally came to the core of the present; the bracelet. His eyes widened slightly. "Bells, this is…wonderful. Thank you so much."
"There's more," I said, a smirk appearing on my face. "You gotta search for it though." His brow burrowed in confusion, and he continued to dig through the tiny bag until he found the tickets at the bottom of the bag. He burst out laughing when he came upon them.
"Oh my…" he said, between laughs. I had joined in, just because his laughter was so contagious. "Thank you sweetheart, we'll be sure to do this soon." He kissed me on the forehead. I glowed. "Now open your gift," He put a small red velvet heart shaped pouch that was buttoned shut into my hands. I was confused. The pouch obviously had something inside of it, but it was surprisingly heavy. I lifted it, and it made a slight smooth ringing noise. I looked at him in confusion. "Just open it," he said, somewhat embarrassed. I undid the button and took out what was inside. It was a small silver heart-shaped bell with I Love You engraved in the surface. It was exquisitely beautiful and meaningful to me.
"Thank you," I said, throwing my arms around him. He smiled.
"I had hoped your reaction would be something like that. I got you a second gift too," he teased. "You're not the only one to get two gifts little missy." He stuck his tongue out at me jokingly and I smiled and just shook my head at him. He pulled out yet another little package and put it into my hands. This one was box-shaped, and opened by hinges. I opened it curiously. In it rested a ring that had a one wolf on each side of a heart shaped dark blue stone. It was set in silver and was simply beautiful.
"Jake," I gasped. "This is too much," he shushed me.
"I just wanted to give you a little piece of me to be with you always. I know I had already given you the necklace, but this is something that people might notice more." My hand immediately went to my necklace. I wore the one he gave me practically every day. It rarely left my neck.
"Thank you," I whispered, and slipped the ring onto my finger. A perfect fit, of course. He smiled as it was on my finger.
"That looks much better," he said knowingly. "I think it'll look better once it has its match next to it though." He pulled a ring out of his pocket and slipped it onto his right ring finger, just as I had done. His ring was more thick, and lacked the blue stone, but it had engravings of the wolves with little circle blue stones decorating around the wolves' heads. "See?" he whispered, "We match." I smiled, and bent my head, and leaned in for a perfect kiss from him. Luckily, he gave it to me.