Tis' The Season

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Summary: Christmas with the Cullens

Eight Months Later

Bella closed her eyes as a blast of cold wind rushed past her face as they walked through the swinging doors of the department store and onto the city street. She used to hate that sensation before, but now that there was no danger of her catching a cold, or the cold air causing her nose to run, she actually enjoyed the cool, crisp sensation.

"It's snowing!" Alice declared happily bounding onto the sidewalk, and twirling in an adorably cheesy way that made Bella grin. Alice looked like she had just stepped out of a made for TV movie about the magic of Christmas time. Bella kind of wanted to give her a floppy green hat and some pointy shoes with bells on the toes.

She smiled at the thought. Maybe she would give Alice an outfit like that, but she'd save it until they were alone in their room, and didn't have anything to do for a good ten hours or so.

"What are you smiling about?" Alice asked curiously, the words coming out somewhat muddled since she had her tongue sticking out to catch snowflakes on it when she spoke.

Bella laughed, and just barely resisted the urge to sweep Alice into her arms and kiss her into oblivion. She was in love with the most adorable person in the world, she was certain of it, and she couldn't have been happier.

"You tell me," Bella said wiggling her eyebrows a little as she slipped her hand into Alice's and continued walking to their next destination.

Alice frowned at her for a second and then closed her eyes and began to concentrate, knowing that Bella would stop her from bumping into anyone or anything while she tried to force a vision.

A few seconds later Alice began to laugh, her head tilting back as the wind ruffled her hair gently.

"Hey," Bella said a bit indignantly frowning over at her lover. "I didn't laugh when you wanted me to dress up like ..."

Alice shook her head cutting off Bella's words, and then quickly turned to the side and angled her head up to press her lips against Bella's cheek.

"It's not that," she said softly, still laughing a little as she squeezed Bella's hand. "It's just ... I kind of already have an outfit like that ... minus the hat and bells."

Bella looked over at her curiously, her eyes widening a little.

"Really?" she drawled arching a questioning eyebrow at Alice.

"You know I love it when your minds in the gutter, but it wasn't like that," Alice said smiling, her hand shooting out to the side to deposit some bills in a Salvation Army box as they continued to walk. "I played Peter Pan in a school production in ..." Alice's voice drifted away as she thought, "'56," Alice continued a second later smiling fondly at the memory. "All of the boys were too heavy for the pulley and I was the only girl at the school with short hair, so the part naturally fell to me. After the play, I wasn't supposed to keep the costume, but ..." Alice said trailing off, her eyes dancing as she held Bella's gaze.

"Peter Pan," Bella breathed out, her pace slowing a little as she stared at Alice.

"Uh huh," Alice responded, nodding as she spoke.

"I bet you looked adorable," Bella sighed softly, her lips curving up fondly as she continued to gaze at her lover. "I wish I could have seen you."

"You can," Alice said stroking the back of Bella's hand with her thumb. "I told you I still have the costume," she continued winking at the chestnut haired beauty.

"It's not exactly the same," Bella responded finally looking away from Alice's eyes.

"I know," Alice said, knowing that Bella wished she could have seen her up on stage singing and dancing, sword fighting and flying through the air. "You'll have plenty of opportunities to see me being adorable in the future though," she continued, smiling winsomely in an attempt to make Bella feel better. "It's kind of my thing."

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