Christmas, during Bella's zombie period. It's a two shot, first in Bella's POV during New Moon, and then in Edward's, sometime shortly after he returns.
2. Chapter 2
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I ran quickly through the trees, eager to get back to my Bella. It had been months since I had spent any considerable amount of time with her, and I was extremely eager to see her beautiful face.
I dodged trees and sped past the mansion twice, circling it in pure glee, before turning around and scaling the wall into my window. Later, the family would question me. For now, I didn't have the time. They would all know I was here, of course. Especially Alice. I could only hope they would take the hint.
My room was perfectly preserved, and I smiled. The first genuine smile since I had left. Leave it to Alice to find a way to figure out I would need to come back here eventually.
Stepping into the room, I carefully went into the trunk hidden in my closet. Grabbing my mother's ring - I kept it with me most times, since I met Bella - and a few essentials, I closed the closet and ran back towards the window.
I cringed, and turned towards the doorway. Alice.
"Yes, Alice?" My teeth were clenched, and she frowned.
"I know you're in a hurry," she explained, tapping her temple. I rolled my eyes. "But I thought you might want to see what we found by the front door when we first got here."
"Alice now is really not the time-"
"Just look, Edward," she said, cutting me off.
I sighed and held out my hand, waiting for her to give me whatever it was she had found. She pulled her hands from behind her back slowly, and gently placed a small stuffed toy in my hands.
"Is this some kind of sick joke, Alice?" I growled, examining the animal quickly. A mountain lion. Very funny.
"I swear it's not! It was sitting right out front the door when we got home. I just figured you might want to give it to Bella or something."
I sighed again and looked at her. "Thank you, Alice. Speaking of Bella, I really should be going."
"Have fun," she said, waving and running from the room.
I chuckled slightly and leaped back out the window, running in record time back to Bella's house. The wind was crisp and cool, and I took deep breaths, even though I didn't need them. I felt good. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt truly alive. Only Bella would be able to make me feel like my dead heart was beating.
It began to rain and I ran faster, quickly climbing the tree outside her window and climbing into her room, breathing deeply. Her scent filled my nostrils and I closed my eyes, smiling. Oh, how I'd missed Bella.
"Um, hello?" Her small voice was amused, and my eyes snapped open.
I grinned sheepishly. "Hello, love."
"Not that I object, but why are you standing in my room dripping wet? And what is that in your hand?"
"It started raining on my way back over here," I explained, removing my jacket and draping it over the rocking chair. "And this is some stuffed toy Alice found on our doorstep when they returned home. She thought you might want it."
Her eyes widened, and I quirked my brow in question.
"That belongs to you," she whispered after a moment.
"Bella, you are utterly absurd. I have never seen this thing before."
She shook her head. "It's yours."
I looked at her in question again, and examined the toy more closely. It was soaking wet from the run, but it would dry soon enough. There was a small red ribbon tied around it's neck, and tucked neatly inside the ribbon was a small piece of paper.
"Bella?" I asked, still confused.
She didn't answer, and I tried desperately to pull the answer straight from her mind. Though she had always been a mystery to me, I couldn't help but try.
"Please, Bella," I begged after a moment, growing more frustrated.
"Merry Christmas, Edward," she muttered, looking down at the letter.
I kept my eyes on her as I opened it, and only dropped them for a second to read the words quickly. As soon as I had finished, I looked back up into her eyes. They were quickly filling with tears, and I strode over and enveloped her in my arms before the moisture could fall over.
"Oh, Bella. I am never going to forgive myself," I mumbled to her hair.
"Just promise me," she said. "Promise me you'll never leave me again."
"Never," I whispered fiercly in her ear. "Never in a million years."
She nodded against my chest and I sighed, drawing her as close as I dared. I had lost my angel once, and, Hell be damned, I wasn't going to lose her again.