Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.

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PS1: For those that don't know, I posted outtakes for this story. It's about Edward. And I'm working on more outtakes right now.

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PS3: I'll keep a new updating schedule. Mondays and Fridays.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and that Santa brought them what they wanted.

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Next morning, I woke up feeling very warm. I had gotten used to our central heating that worked but not very well, so probably it worked better here. Then I opened my eyes and found Edward on top of me. Literally. Wonder why I couldn't breathe.

When I struggled to escape, he hugged me tighter, not letting me go.

"Hey," I mumbled, pushing against his shoulder. "You're squishing me."

His head nestled better in the crook of my neck. I felt sweat tickling down my spine and neck. It was like a human sauna. He wasn't usually this hot, was he? If I knew it, I'd have kept him as my personal blanket for so long.

His hair started tickling under my chin as he kept snuggling into me.

"Edward," I hissed, pushing against his warm shoulder.

I got a grunt from him. At least he wasn't dead.

"Can you move on your side?" I asked, hoping he'd understand what I was saying to his comatose state. "Please? I can't breathe."

As if telling him to squish me further, his left leg came against my waist and his arms wrapped tighter under my shoulders.

He was way too warm to be called normal, so I extricated a hand from between us and touched his forehead. He was burning up.

"Edward!" I said louder.

"What?" he mumbled against my neck. Even his breath was hot.

"How do you feel?" I asked worried.

"Like shit." He swallowed, wincing.

I touched his forehead again then his cheek. "You're really hot. Move away so I can bring your mom."

He slid beside me and I took a gulp of my needed air. A slow smile appeared on his face. "Every guy's dream to be called hot first thing in the morning."

"Well, you're literally hot. I think it's from when we went skating," I told him, biting my lip.

"Probably…and then the snowball fight."

"Yeah. It was pretty cold and you kept screaming."

"How could I not when I saw you almost cracking your head on the ice a dozen different ways!" Edward protested, rolling his eyes.

"I'm going after Esme. Where is her bedroom?" I whispered, leaning to kiss his forehead.

He thought for a little. "Next room to left. Or… yeah, the room close to us."

"Okay."

I crept out of the room and caught sight of a clock in the hallway. Six AM. Crap. I knocked once on the door to our left and waited anxiously, hoping it was indeed his parents' room.

Of course, it wasn't. Emmett opened the door, bleary eyed.

"Shit, not you. Go back to sleep," I mumbled.

"I'll be worried if you were looking for me," he joked, yawning.

"I'm looking for your mom's room."

"Try the kitchen. She wakes up at ungodly hours…like you."

"Sorry again," I apologized and dashed down the hallway to the kitchen.

I was surprised to find not only Esme but Carlisle too. He was dressed in scrubs, leaning against the counter, drinking coffee and talking to his wife. She couldn't see me, sitting at the table with her back at me. He saw me and took a double look to be sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Well, good morning, Bella. Why are you awake so early?" he asked confused.

"Good morning," I greeted, shifting nervously. "Uh…" I had no idea how to say it so I started rambling about the time we went skating then how Edward was so warm this morning and then I simply shut up.

"I'll bring the thermometer," Esme said quickly, leaving the room.

"He'll be okay in a few days, the most a week. Every winter, Edward got sick and then Alice and Emmett got it too. That's the downside of having many kids." Carlisle chuckled. "I'm glad I had just Alice and Emmett when they had chicken pox."

"Oh, I can only imagine… I mean, I remember how I was," I told him, grinning. "And I was one."

"Exactly. Many kids are sweet and everything…until they get sick. Or start destroying stuff," he added, shaking his head. He finished his coffee and dumped the mug in the sink. "Call me if he doesn't feel better after Esme gives him the medicine."

"How come you work on Christmas Eve?" I blurted out.

"Well, Bella, people get sick no matter the time. You have an example close by." He winked before making his way out of the room.

I scurried down the hallway to the guest room where I found Esme perched on the bed, asking Edward things to which he grunted some answer. She was stroking his head, talking quietly.

Edward saw me in the doorway and froze then moved his head from his mom's hand. Ah, boys. To my surprise, she didn't relent, going back for his head. He cringed and muttered something I couldn't hear. Was he embarrassed I saw his mom tenderly stroking his hair while he was sick?

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked, approaching the bed.

"Like sh… cra… horrible," he answered, glancing at Esme.

I couldn't help but smile. He was trying not to curse in front of her.

"I'm going to get the medicine and see if dad can bring something better," she said softly, getting up.

"Uh… Carlisle already left," I told her, sitting down on the other side of the bed.

"Oh, okay." She nodded them left the room.

"Oh fuck! Why must she act like this? I'm not ten anymore!" Edward groaned, closing his eyes.

"You're sick and you're still her little boy."

"You're supposed to be on my side," he grumbled, reaching for my hand.

I took it on my lap and traced his palm, his fingers, squeezed it until I realized he had fallen asleep, but I kept playing with his fingers.

When Esme returned, she smiled, putting the medicine on the nightstand. "Give him one paracetamol when he wakes up," she instructed.

"Okay."

I moved against the headboard, still holding his warm hand. Somehow, it was my fault he was sick. I had insisted to go to the skate rink and then he had to scream after me to go slower, to stay close to the edge so I wouldn't fall – just like an obsessed parent. Then, on the way home, we had a snow ball fight and he ended up swallowing some snow. At that time, I thought it was payback for the snow he had shoved down my back, but now I knew it wasn't a good idea.

I thought of what Carlisle had told me, and imagined a small Edward. He was wearing stripped pajamas and clutching his lion, staying in bed under blankets with a thermometer in his mouth as Esme ran from one room to another to make sure everyone was okay.

I might have dozed off from my sitting position because when the door slammed to the wall and Emmett shouted something unintelligible, I shot up.

I realized I was alone, but the bed was still warm so Edward must have just left it.

"Where's that pussy?" Emmett snapped. "I had plans for us today!"

There was a bang from the adjoined bathroom. "I'm saying hello to the toilet gods!" Edward shouted before opening the door and stumbling out. He was paler that usual and he looked about to fall down. When he swayed, Emmett grabbed his elbow.

"What the fuck did you eat?"

"It's just a cold or something," Edward answered, falling on the bed, moaning.

"But you were okay yesterday!" his brother insisted. "You must have eaten something…that's what usually happens."

"Snow," Edward snapped.

"Huh?"

"I ate fucking snow!" Edward shouted then started coughing.

I grabbed the medicine from the bedside and nudged him to turn around then started coaxing him to take it. Edward refused, scowling at the pill.

"Oh, he never liked pills," Emmett told me amused.

That earned Emmett a middle finger from grumpy Edward. I rolled my eyes and continued to coax him to take the pill.

After fifteen minutes, I was about to give up. That's when Esme appeared in the room, carrying a tray with food.

"I thought I heard you talking," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Did you take the pill?"

"No," Edward hissed. "You know I hate pills."

Esme sighed, leaning to fluff his pillow before putting the tray on his lap. "Try to eat something and then take the pill. I don't want another holiday ruined by illness."

"Then tell Emmett to go away. He always got it from me," Edward grumbled.

"Because you never learned to cover your mouth when you sneezed!" Emmett shot back.

"But I co…" He stopped yelling only to start coughing.

I decided to leave the room before they started fighting. As I reached the kitchen, I found Alice there, charming my Dad.

"Morning," I greeted them, falling on the chair next to Charlie.

"What happened?" Alice asked, turning to me.

I repeated the story to them before making myself a bowl of cereal with milk.

The whole day, I felt bad for what had happened, and when Emmett joked that it was my fault Edward was sick, I had to look away so they wouldn't see the tears in my eyes. After lunch, I declined Rose's proposal of going out and went back to Edward who was sleeping. Esme had managed to make him take the pill. I snuggled next to him and tried to fall asleep.

I woke up feeling sticky and extremely warm. When I opened my eyes, I was face to face with Edward. The room was dark, but I could see the outline of his face. His eyes were open and he was looking at me.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hi." I smiled, happy to see he looked a little better. "How do you feel?"

"Good." He shrugged, leaning back against the pillow.

I reached for his forehead to see if he still had a fever. He was pretty warm, but not like yesterday. "Why are you awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he said, chuckling.

"I felt too warm," I admitted, stroking his cheek. "You?" I insisted.

"Hungry."

"That's good. It means you're getting better. What do you feel like eating?"

"Some toast and tea."

"Stay here, I'll be right back," I promised.

"I want to come. Just let me go pee," he muttered, getting out of the bed.

I led him by the hand to the kitchen where he slumped on a chair, so low, I could only see the top of his messy hair from the other side of the table. As I worked on the toast and tea, I heard his snores.

"Don't fall!" I warned him, hoping some part of his brain was awake enough to hear me.

He didn't answer, but stopped snoring. I was buttering the toast when I felt two warm arms around my waist. Biting on my cheek to keep from screaming out, my elbow went back by instinct making Edward moan in pain.

"Make some noise," I hissed, trying to settle my heart.

"There's no need to puncture my intestines," he muttered.

"Don't be dramatic. Here you go." I turned around and offered him the plate.

Edward shuffled to the table while I poured the hot water in the mugs.

"I hope you're joining me. I can't possibly eat it all."

"There are three slices of bread. You eat more in the morning," I told him, slightly worried.

"First, I can stomach only one. Second, it's more like middle of the night, now." Of course, he had to have a comeback.

"Do you always have something smart to say?" I groaned, sitting next to him.

"Yep. It's good to be prepared for every situation."

"How about we split this one?" I pointed to the slice that was still on the plate after we took one each. "Will you eat half of it?"

He made a face then glanced at me. "If you won't give me pills."

"You have to take the pills to get better. It's Christmas. Come on, don't you want to enjoy it?" I asked, sipping from my tea. My eyes watered of how hot it was. I should have thought before drinking.

"Aw, don't cry," he teased, nudging me with his elbow.

I opened my mouth and waved my hand in front of it. "It's really hot," I moaned.

"No need to act like a baby."

"I'm a baby? How about you? Whining about the pills?" I countered, eating some toast in hope to get ride of the burnt on my tongue.

"I never liked pills. In hospital they gave them to me through the IV," Edward mumbled. "Can they make syrups for adults?"

I rolled my eyes at him and blew in my tea before sipping cautiously. "You feel lots better, I see."

"Not quite. My throat still bothers me."

"I couldn't tell," I answered sarcastically. At the rate he was going, you wouldn't say he was in pain.

After we finished eating, we decided to watch a movie so as quietly as we could; we went to the living room. Finding a movie was easy since Edward knew their place and how to work the DVD system in dark. The volume was low as he slumped next to me, slowly and surely putting his head on my lap. I tried to ignore it, just to see what he would do.

Edward nestled his head better, making a small whining noise. I kept from giggling as he huffed and puffed, looking up at me annoyed. I kept my gaze trained on the TV.

"Is this a new movie?" I asked, pretending to be absorbed by the action.

"No idea. Another Christmas movie," he grumbled, giving up getting my attention.

My fingers itched to tangle in his hair, but I restrained. I wondered for how long he'd resist without pleading me to scratch his head. It had become a habit when we watched TV. If his head was on my lap, I was playing with his hair. If my feet were on his lap, he was rubbing them.

About half-way through the movie, Edward turned his head to me, nuzzling against my stomach.

"Can you do it? Please?"

I fought a smirk. "Do what?" I feigned innocence.

"You know…what you do with your fingers," he hinted, pleading me with his eyes.

My eyes widened in mock shock. "Really, Edward! Everyone is a few feet away."

"Bella!" he hissed. "Put your hand on it."

I snorted in laughter and after a second, he joined me in laughter. What surprised me, was a new laughter, coming from the doorway. We turned in that direction to see Carlisle leaning against the doorframe, chuckling quietly.

Slowly, he approached us and sat on the armchair close to the couch. "I see you feel better," he said quietly.

"Yeah, a little," Edward answered, looking at him, not even sitting up. This time, my hand went on its own accord to his soft hair and Edward almost purred.

I thought I saw Carlisle smirking, but he arranged his face before I could read anything on it.

"Do you still have a fever? How is your throat?" He was in full doctor mode.

Edward groaned, opening an eye. "I'm good, Dad."

"I'd like to see you in the morning. I'm going to catch a few hours of sleep now."

"Sure, sure."

We stayed quiet until we heard the door of Carlisle and Esme's room closing. I kept playing with his hair until my eyes dropped.

I was brutally woken up by Emmett's hollering. He had probably woken up the whole building.

"It's CHIRTSMAS! PRESENTS!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Oh, lookie what Santa brought us!"

I heard Edward moaning and snuggling better into me. I must have fallen during the night because we were both lying on the couch…or the floor. I wasn't sure.

"Aw, aren't they sweet!" Rose was spending too much time with Emmett. "Bring the camera, Em."

They stayed quiet and I thought they had actually left, but all too soon I heard and saw the flash from the camera. Edward groaned and turned around. There was a loud bang and string of curses from him.

Just as I cracked an eye open to see what had happened, I saw him between the couch and coffee table, clutching the side of his head. "I'm going to fucking kill you, Emmett!" he yelled before started chasing his brother.

"Hey," I whispered to Rose, who was still holding the camera and smiling sheepishly at me.

"Sorry," she apologized.

We could hear a bang or some curse from the other side of the apartment, now and then.

"I swear, Emmett will never grow up," she said, shaking her head.

"Not like Edward is smarter." I rolled my eyes. He just loved the challenge.

"CHILDREN!" Esme shouted after a loud crash came from the kitchen.

"Let's see what happened," Rose said quietly.

I followed her to the kitchen, meeting with Esme and Carlisle on the way. I could see everyone close behind.

Nothing could have prepared me for the scene waiting for us in the kitchen. A chair was broken and Emmett had Edward pinned under him, muttering something to him.

"Fuck off!" Edward shouted, freeing himself.

"Okay, this is enough!" Carlisle said loudly. "What's the meaning of this?"

"It's Emmett," Edward started complaining loudly.

"Oh, of course. Blame it on me!"

"You started it!"

"How was I supposed you know you'll be scared of a flash?" Emmett asked, rolling his eyes.

"Okay! How about we all calm down?" Esme asked, going to stand between them. "This doesn't look like your usual spats. What happened?"

"Dickhead here, can't take a joke," Emmett said seriously.

Edward made to lounge after his brother but Esme caught his arm.

"Edward, for God's sake! You know he likes to irritate you. Let it be," Esme snapped. "And you." She turned to Emmett. "Apologize to your brother."

"Why do I always have to apologize? He broke that chair," Emmett complained.

"Because of what you said!" Edward shouted.

"Emmett, come here," Carlisle called his son. "Let's have a chat."

"No way! This time isn't my fault! It's only Edward! I swear!"

"Don't worry about him. Your mother will take care of him. What kind of behavior is this? We haven't seen you in five months and above all, you're ruining the Christmas morning!" Carlisle said sternly, leading Emmett out. Esme and Edward followed suit.

I was really curious of what had happened. Edward had surely accumulated all the crap Emmett had done and now he had exploded.

What Emmett tells Edward: Come on, newbie, show me what you've got!

I'll explain more of this later, but surely you realize why that would get to Edward.

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