Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I wrote a small one-shot for this great holiday! :) Check it out. it's really sweet.
1. Chapter 1
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I woke up shivering head to toe. Dang, it was freezing! I immediately felt the comforter around me draw up around my shoulders and I turned around, seeing the most perfect boyfriend---ahem---fiancée in the world.
“You’re cold. Should I get you some more blankets?” He whispered.
“No, I’m fine. What time is it?” I whispered back, snuggling into his chest. It was colder, but there were two blankets separating us, and the feel of his sculpted chest was so worth it.
“About 9 am.” He replied, rubbing my back in hopes to cause some friction. It felt so good. I had planned on sleeping in and it worked perfectly.
“Alright…wait, today is…” I gasped and looked up into those dark gold eyes that mesmerized me every time.
“What is it?” He asked anxiously.
“Happy Thanksgiving day, Edward.” I smiled, scooting up to lay a kiss on his cheek.
“Ah, I see. Happy Thanksgiving to you also, my love.” He flashed a perfectly crooked smile that made my heart flutter. The smile became a grin and he lowered his head to brush his lips against mine. Before I could even react, he was out of bed, and standing next to me.
“What, where are you going?”
“Charlie’s awake, I’ll come back in a bit, sweetheart.” He kissed me on the forehead and was out the window before I opened my eyes. I groaned lightly and lay stomach down with my head buried in the pillows.
“Bells? Are you up? I thought I heard…” Charlie whispered, sticking his head through the door. I turned around and sat up in bed, smiling at him.
“Good morning, Dad. Happy Thanksgiving!” I said happily, getting out of bed and hugging him.
“You too, Bells.” He replied, giving me a squeeze before letting go.
“You’re shivering. You should probably wear some warmer clothes.” Charlie said. I nodded and he smiled before leaving the room. I crawled back in bed and picked up the phone that was on my bedside table. Dialing the phone number, I wrapped all the blankets around me in a little cocoon.
“Hello?” Renee’s voice came tiredly out of the phone.
“Mom? Happy Thanksgiving!” I said brightly. She gasped and I laughed. I bet she completely forgot.
“BELLA! HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY! Oh my gosh, I totally forgot! Oh man, I have so much to do now!” Yep, I was right.
“Really? I thought you were going over to Phil’s parents’ house for dinner.”
“We are, but still…I should probably get them gifts and stuff.”
“That might be a good idea.” I smiled. I felt a little teary…
“Mom, can you believe it’s the first time in my whole life that I won’t spend thanksgiving with you?” I said. She stopped cold and I could hear her sniffle also.
“Aw, baby. Do you think you could take a flight down for today?” She said. I shook my head at my mother’s senseless talk.
“Mom, you know that’s impossible. I can’t…as much as I want to.”
We talked for a little while longer, and I tried not to cry in front of her. When I hung up the phone, all the cheeriness that the day started had with pretty much disappeared.
I dragged myself to the bathroom and took a boiling hot shower, something to warm me up…god, it was cold. Once I was finished, I made my way downstairs and found Charlie eating his eggs and toast.
“Hey dad, you want some hot chocolate? I’m making some for myself.” I asked. Today, I was determined to have a good family day.
“Sure, normally I would say no, but today is a cold one.” He chuckled. I smiled and made some and also made a bowl of cereal for myself.
I turned on the TV and turned it to the Macy’s Day parade. I used to watch this every thanksgiving morning with Renee.
“Dad, you wanna watch the parade with me?” I asked hesitantly. He got up and sat on the sofa across from me.
“Of course, you know, I’ve never seen this thing before.” He said. I hugged my knees to my chest and shook my head.
“You’re missing out. It’s a lot of fun.” I said. We sat there for about an hour in peace and silence, just watching the parade and getting along together.
“Thanks a lot, Bells. I don’t really do much for Thanksgiving day, but it’s nice to spend it with you.” He said. I was surprised, Charlie never spoke his feelings out loud. Unless it was the feeling of anger. Yeah.
“No problem, I’m enjoying it just as much.” I smiled, watching the New York float appear with confetti. There was knock on the door and Charlie stood up, going to get it. I stayed sitting…I felt so lazy today.
“Billy! Jake! This is such a great surprise.” I heard Charlie say. I jumped up and bolted to the door, not even tripping once.
“Jake? Billy?” I asked disbelievingly as the dark-skinned teen stood there in his huge glory, flowers in one hand and a big grin plastered on his face. It was the old Jake, the one before Sam, the one who I loved.
“Bells!” He said, walking over in two strides and gathering me up in a hug.
Oh my god. He was so warm. At that moment, I never appreciated his heat as much as now. Well, except for that one night in the tent…but Edward had been there, making it so awkward…but this; this was just a hug, just a loving, caring, hug from my old big teddy bear.
“What are you doing here?” I asked happily as he let go of me and handed me the flowers. He shrugged his shoulders and rolled Billy’s wheelchair in next to Charlie’s sofa.
“We decided to spend some quality time with you guys, hope you don’t mind.” He said.
“Of course not, this is great!” Charlie said with enthusiasm.
“Yeah, we’re so happy to have you.” I said, sitting next to Jake on the couch.
It should be illegal to be as comfortable as that boy was. I swear, it was like he melted me down. I felt so guilty, yet so happy at the same time. Why was I pushing myself like this? Did I want to spontaneously combust one of these days? What about when Edward found out…no, he would be happy. He knew how worried I had been about Jake and mine’s friendship. Although, to speak the truth, it was more than friendship. Much more.
Those couple of hours were so much fun. I had cooked a turkey and Jake had helped, making cute remarks and little jokes about it all. It was like the old days, before we even found out he was a werewolf.
“Shit.” He suddenly cursed, putting the cranberry can down and backing away.
“What, did you cut yourself again?” I asked quickly.
“No, it’s the filthy bloodsuckers, they’re about to come here…” He said, breathing deeply, trying to calm himself. I felt my eyes widen…Edward? Shoot. As much as I wanted him to come, I didn’t want Jake to leave.
“Hold on, don’t go.” I said, walking out of the kitchen and grabbing my jacket. I rushed outside and saw the Volvo standing on the driveway. Edward was sitting in it, looking completely frozen, like a statue; he was so still, it took me a couple seconds to decide he was real. Alice was sitting in the passenger seat, smiling calmly at me. I opened the door and got in the back seat.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” I said indifferently. Edward just sat there, still a statue.
“Happy thanksgiving, Bella.” Alice said pleasantly.
“Happy thanksgiving.” I said, smiling at her.
“We came to give you this,” She said, handing me a plate with a silver cover on it.
“What is it?” I asked, taking the cover off and seeing a plate full of cupcakes with little turkeys drawn on them in orange icing. They smelled wonderful and I let out a breath.
“Wow! Thank you!” I said happily.
“Edward made them for you guys, all by himself.” Alice said. I looked up at Edward who was so still, he looked like a carving of Adonis. I nearly cried because I felt so guilty.
“Thank you, Edward. I love them. You’re the most perfect fiancée a girl could have.” I said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. He just gave me a nod.
“Edward, don’t be angry. They’re just here to spend some time with us…nothing else.” I pleaded. He finally broke down and looked at me, a sad smile on his face.
“I’m not angry, I want you to have fun. Spend some time with them, don’t worry about us…we don’t eat much anyway.” He chuckled sadly. I knew he would go home and sulk, and that was the last thing I wanted.
“Well, you don’t have to eat to come in, you know…” I smiled.
“We can’t come in, Bella. I’m sorry. You can have him for today, I’ll see you tonight, okay?” He said, trying to make me happy. I nodded and opened the door with one hand, holding the plate with the other.
“I love you.” I whispered.
“I love you too, I’ll be here, I promise.” He whispered back. I smiled and closed the door.
I waved at them and saw Alice waving back, and Edward giving me a brief smile. It was wrong, it didn’t touch his eyes and I sighed, turning around and going inside.
“Should I leave?” Jake asked, as I entered the kitchen again.
“No, they’re gone.” I said.
“Oh, ok.” He replied, about to pick up a cupcake. I swatted his hand away.
“Wait until after dinner.” I said. He grinned and started to help me again.
It was a nice dinner, the four of us, although Jake ate enough for three.
“Jake, if you eat anymore, you’ll explode.” I laughed at him as he finished the last bit of stuffing.
“Don’t worry, I run it all off anyway.” He grinned, patting his stomach and winking at me. I rolled my eyes and brought out the cupcakes, putting them in the middle of the table. Jake picked up one and sniffed it. Shrugging, and put it in his mouth. A horrible grimace appeared on his face and he ran over to the trashcan spitting it out.
“EW! GROSS! What the heck did you put in it, SALT?” He said, rinsing his mouth with the lemonade I had made.
“What? It can’t be that bad.” I said disapprovingly, I picked up one and bit a side. A bitter taste entered my mouth and resisted the urge to gag.
“Ok, maybe they are that bad.” I said, shaking my head and spitting it out, drinking some lemonade also.
“What are these?” Charlie asked, entering the kitchen.
“No, dad, don’t try them!” I said. He stopped at shrugged his shoulders, leaving again. I sighed and threw the whole batch out, and started to watch the dishes. Jake came over and took a towel, starting to dry them off.
“So I thought you were a really good cook…” Jake said.
“I didn’t make them…someone else did.”
“Who?” He asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“MYOB, Jake.” I said. He stood there, his expression was calculating. After a little while, he gave up.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing. Try to figure it out.” I laughed. He poked me in the side and I laughed even harder.
“You’re ticklish? I never would have guessed it.” He grinned wickedly, I felt my eyes widen again and I shook my head.
“No, don’t you dare, Jake!” I yelled. He started to tickle me and I did the only thing I could do, I turned on the water sprayer and sprayed it all over him, making him stop abruptly and growl at me, eyes narrowing.
“Oops!” I said, laughing and running off, into the living room and hiding behind Charlie who was watching the football gave enthusiastically with Billy.
“I’m gonna get you for that!” Jake yelled, running over.
“Daddy! Hide me!” I said like a little kid, cowering behind Charlie.
“Hey kids, we’re trying to watch the game! AAAHHH! The cowboys won!” He exclaimed, jumping up and giving Billy a high five. They were both talking excitedly over the last touchdown and I was left, unhidden as Jake came over and picked me up, putting me over his head and shaking me.
“Wooh! Did you hear, bella? The cowboys won!”
“AAHHH! PUT ME DOWN, JACOB BLACK!” I screamed. No one was even listening to me and Jake was laughing hysterically. Suddenly he stopped and dropped me onto the couch.
“OW!” I yelped. My back! “Can’t you be a little more careful?” He grinned at me and shook his head.
“I’m a dog, remember?” He said. I rolled my eyes once again.
“You’re a loser, that’s what you are.” I laughed when he fake-pouted.
“Alright, son, I think it’s time to go.” Billy said, sighing and rolling his wheelchair to the door. Jake’s shoulders sagged and he followed his dad. He gave me a wistful smile and I smiled back at him, giving him one last hug.
“Bye, Bells.” Jake whispered in my hair. “I love you.” He shut the door behind him before I could even reply.
“I love you too, Jake.” I whispered to myself.
“Hey Bells? Want me to help clean up?” Charlie asked. I breathed in and put on a fake smile for him.
“Thanks dad.” I said, taking out the vacuum and handing it to him. He smiled back and plugged it in.
That night, I waited for Edward to come. My window was open and I was shivering yet again. Jake had kept me warm, but he wasn’t like Edward…he couldn’t keep the hole from clawing at my chest. He numbed it for sure, but I could still feel it.
“Bella?” A soft whisper came from behind me. I turned around and gave small jump.
“Edward, don’t scare me like that!” I said, putting my hand on my heart, waiting for it slow down.
“Sorry. Did you have a good day?” He asked, pulling me onto his lap and sitting down in the middle of the bed. I nodded my head and snuggled against his chest.
“Thank you for the cupcakes.”
“Were they good?” He asked. I winced and tried my best to lie.
“Yeah.” My voice cracked I mentally slapped myself.
“They were not good. In fact, they were really horrible.” He said, brushing his hand through my hair. I nodded and looked up at him. He was smiling and he shrugged.
“Hey, I tried.” He said.
“Well, they were pretty good for someone who can’t taste stuff.” I realized that there was FINALLY something I was good at that he wasn’t.
“Hey! I’m better at something than you are! I can bake!” I said. He chuckled and nodded his head.
“Well, I knew there had to be something I wasn’t good at.” He pretended to sulk. I laughed and gave him a small kiss.
“That’s ok, I think you only did one thing wrong. You put salt instead of sugar.” I said.
“Oh!” He slapped himself in the forehead lightly and I smiled.
“See, other than that…you’re perfect.” I said, snuggling again.
“I got something for you.” He said conversationally. I looked up at him and glared.
“What?” I nearly growled. His laughter slightly shook the bed and he took something out of his pocket. He better had not bought something.
“Here.” He put something in my hand and I looked down. It was a little paper turkey. I laughed and looked up.
“It’s origami. See how bored I get without you?” He asked. I shook my head and shared another sweet kiss with him.
Definitely one of my favorite holidays. I was thankful for SO much.