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The Twelve Days of Christmas

Summary:
Weaver of Souls Banner by Iris! Thank you so much! On the first day of Christmasmy true love gave to meA partridge in a pear tree.


Notes:
Edward decides to go overboard and treat Bella to a twelve-day present scheme... thing. This takes place some time after Eclipse, but before Breaking Dawn. Bella's POV. Mostly fluff. Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sadly.


1. The Twelve Days of Christmas

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"Bella!"

I shrieked in surprise and, after a moment of hyperventilating, rolled over so the world could see my face. Unfortunately, I fell off the bed and landed on the floor with a bump. I winced and rubbed my backside. "Ouch."

Alice stared at my bewildered - and frankly belligerent - expression and burst out in loud, bell-like tinkles.

I resisted the urge to punch something - it'd probably only hurt me even more - and growled, "What are you doing here at nine-thirty? On the day after Christmas, too!"

The tiny pixie danced her way over to me and smirked in my face. "Well, Edward's planning a... surprise," she chuckled. I mustered up my most evil glare, but she ignored it and continued, "...so I'm here to make sure you don't ruin it!"

I rolled my eyes and slowly got up with her help. "Thanks for the lovely compliment," I said sarcastically. "I'm guessing that's not the only reason you're here?"

She shook her head in mock-disappointment and stepped back slightly to size me up in a way I recognized and feared. "Bella, Bella, Bella," she sighed, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she contemplated my clothes. "You know me far too well to think otherwise. Just because you've hurt yourself in your first waking moment doesn't mean that you have to be so confused."

Automatically, I flinched back from the distressed air she'd put on. It happened far too much for me to theoretically stop cringing and cowering whenever she pulled that one on me, but I couldn't help it.

And so, when Alice's mask disappeared very, very briefly to show some real anxiety behind it, I was mildly shocked. Maybe Alice was slipping.

She shot me a dirty look at the skeptical look in my eyes and muttered, "You're not going to tell Edward that you did fall, right? Because if you did, he'd kill me. He'll..." Around this point, she glanced nervously around, leaned in, and stage-whispered, "He'll rip up all my credit cards!"

Her expression of clear horror - it actually seemed real, too - almost pushed me over the edge, but tight-lipped, I forced my laughter back into my throat and choked out, "How terrifying."

Alice rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand to pull me along with her as she dragged me to the bathroom. "C'mon, Bella, I have to get you ready!"

I resisted, trying to keep our progress as slow as possible. "Ready for what? And what about Charlie?"

She didn't stop for a second. "Oh, just the surprise. And Charlie's out fishing." Alice shot an innocent, yet evil look back at me and shoved me inside the bathroom none too gently.

Once inside, I knew that all hope was lost. And besides, what could Alice do to me in my own bathroom, anyways? At least she didn't have her make-up with her this time. I allowed myself a smug smile.

"Alright, Bella!" Alice's considerably more cheerful voice piped up from the bathroom door as she elbowed her way inside. My eyes widened at the gigantic basket she was carrying over her head and felt my smirk evaporate. Oh, God.

Hundreds, no, thousands of little silver tubes, bottles, and who knew what else was packed into the tub, with a single, comparatively small box lying on top. I was pretty sure that my eyes were bugging out, but I didn't have the will to care, never mind fix it.

She set it down on the floor distastefully and inspected me again. A white finger prodded me on the arm, and half-jumping, I spun around before she could form a permanent bruise.

Alice muttered to herself while her firm, cold hand forced me to twirl in different directions until I almost fell over for dizziness. I could catch a few words now and then, but none boded well for me. Things like ‘low cut' and ‘flared' kept popping up, too. I was sure that the infamous blush of mine would probably stay in my cheeks for the rest of my life if she didn't let me go, and soon.

So when Alice stepped back to grab something from that huge bin of hers, I cracked and made a split-second decision. I turned and fled.

I didn't doubt that Alice would stop me, but I had to try. At least she hadn't had a vision warning her of this beforehand. That had to count for something, right?

Alice's screech echoed through the house only moments after I'd made my plans. "BELLA!"

I cringed and made a mad dash for the door, knowing that Alice would just appear in front of me. But to my intense shock, she didn't chase after me and let me go on alone.

I almost tripped over my surprise but kept running. If Alice wasn't going to force me to a makeover, I wasn't going to risk her changing her mind. I kept running, the front door already in my sight. Just a few more meters-

Alice materialized just as I was going to burst through the door and crossed her arms huffily. I skidded to a stop at least a yard away from her. I already had enough bruises, why tempt fate?

I expected that she'd guilt me into going upstairs and be her guinea pig, but instead, she opened the door with a flourish and ushered me outside with a wide grin. Bemused, I took a step and tripped over the doorstep.

A pair of white arms flashed out to scoop me up, this time by someone else definitely more preferable to the pixie.

Edward chuckled and placed me carefully on the ground, never letting go of my arm all the while. Although the day was cold, and slush was falling from the sky to land with a wet thump on the ground, I snuggled into his embrace and tried to breathe in his special scent without making it too obvious.

"Hello, love," he breathed, planting a light, chaste kiss on my lips before pulling away. I pouted automatically but accepted it. Much better than being tortured by Alice.

He wrapped his arms around me and stared at Alice, head cocked adorably. "What were you doing to her, Alice?" he inquired, laughing softly. "I swear, it sounded like you were-"

Alice cut off whatever Edward was going to say next with rather unnecessary haste. "Nothing!" she protested, throwing up her hands to the sky. "All I was going to do was-"

"Okay!" I interrupted, wincing at the thought of what Alice would've done to me had I not escaped. "Let's just get to the surprise, shall we?"

They both chortled at my enthusiasm and shook their heads, expressions so similar that they could've been mistaken for biological siblings. "Yes, we all know how much you love surprises, Bella," Alice retorted, then nodded at Edward. He sighed and shifted his hand reluctantly from my hand to my eyes. I blinked at the sudden contact with my face, pleased at the thrill of electricity that ran through me, and leaned forward, as to show Alice that I was trying to like the gift for her sake. Not that I wasn't intrigued by the fact that... whatever it was seemed to be chirping.

"Edward!" I whined, now struggling to remove his hand from my face, however pleasant it may be. "Let me go!"

Instead of getting offended like I'd feared he would, I could almost hear him crack his customary smirk. "What's this, Bella?" he mock-gasped, the pressure of his other hand disappearing from my other arm to land on my heart. I almost balked at the unexpected warmth it brought me. "Are you actually telling me that you want to see the gift?"

There was no way in hell I was admitting that. Sure, I was... interested. It didn't mean I wanted to see the present.

Alice took my stubborn silence as confirmation and laughed heartily, wind chimes ringing. "We should take a picture of this. To preserve the historic event," she teased. I relaxed from the tense posture I was in, only to see from the tiny gaps Edward was leaving me the flash of a camera.

"Alice!" I complained, thrashing weakly. "You said you weren't going to!"

Her voice got that insulted tone that always made me drop everything to help her. "I did no such thing! Now, silly girl, you may set eyes upon your gift."

I almost pried Edward's hand away from my face in my uncharacteristic anticipation. And noticed nothing different. I frowned slightly, confusion etched into my face.

Edward sighed. "It's over there, Bella."

Red flooded my cheeks. "Oh."

He let me loose, and stumbling, I hurriedly pivoted in a circle until my eyes fell on something extremely out of the ordinary.

"Edward, what the hell is a pear tree with a fake partridge doing in my front yard?"

Alice was silent for a few brief seconds before she snorted. "Emmett owes me a hundred bucks. I told him that you were going to say that..." She whipped out her cell phone and dialed quickly, mumbling as she punched the air with a triumphant expression, "Never bet against Alice."

I turned my most frosty glare to Edward. He melted it with the smoldering look in his eyes as he leaned against a white tree. "There was a bet about me? Again?"

He rolled his eyes and held out his arms, hiding a smirk when I bounded in an Alice-like way to him. "Of course, love. They always do." He slipped off his coat and handed it to me. I accepted it gratefully. I'd gotten used to the fact that vampires weren't ever cold. "And to answer your question, haven't you ever heard of ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas'?"

The name struck a dim memory of Renee singing while my chubby little hands were busy tearing through pieces of wrapping paper. "Yes, but I don't remember how it goes..."

Edward flashed me a crooked grin and murmured silkily, "Then I suppose I will have to sing it to you."

My heart increased to triple times its speed. He raised an eyebrow at me smugly and recited:

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me
A partridge in a pear tree.

His velvety voice made music of the words, but before long, his mouth snapped shut, effectively ending the little verse he'd crooned to me. He tilted his head and watched for my reaction.

My pout saved me from an uncomfortable situation. "That's it?"

He chuckled, the melodious sound dazing me. "Well, no, but that's all for today." He winked, the simple action sending my heartbeat even faster, if that was possible, and headed over to the green and pretty much alive pear tree stuck in the snow. "Isn't it beautiful?"

I could only nod dumbly and trip over to him to examine the tree. The thin branches were swaying in the breeze, and the fake bird kept chirping.

Fake bird?

"Edward, why didn't you get a real bird?" I asked before I could think about it. I blushed as soon as I'd realized what I'd done, but didn't take it back.

He pursed his lips, and the sight distracted me slightly. "Well, I tried, but the damn bird just flew away when I tried to lure it closer." He shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Remember? Vampire?"

I wanted to wipe the bitter smile away from his face, but luckily, it was replaced by a more carefree one. Sighing in relief, I stepped closer to the tree to look over it absently as I thought.

I was mulling over his words. That's all for today. What could he possibly mean...?

My eyes widened as an idea came to me. No... he couldn't... could he? He couldn't be so cliché as to openly profess his love for me through a song, could he?

- - -

Apparently he could. For the next few days, Edward faithfully arrived every morning at ten in the morning in order to show up at my house with the newest gift in the song, word for word.

Honestly, I would have to say that my favorite part of the whole project was when Edward would sing each verse to me softly like a lullaby. It seemed as if the forest around me would quiet down to hear his voice. I mean, who - or what - wouldn't?

The second day after Christmas - or rather, the second day of Christmas - brought Edward to my door, rise and shine, with the next gift - two more robotic birds. I stifled my giggles as I almost stepped on the two ‘turtledoves' in front of my doorstep, chirping with all their might. Shaking my head, I wondered briefly when all this would stop and strolled forward so Edward could see I'd received his so-called ‘gift' that had ‘flown in'.

The third day brought in three French hens. Again, they were fake. I shook my head and, after pondering why anybody would think that a girl would just love a package of fake birds for Christmas, left them inside and hopped into the cool embrace of Edward.

The fourth day brought even more fake birds, this time four ‘calling birds'. They just squawked like normal until I threw them on the couch and stuffed them under the pillows. Later, they surprised Charlie when he slumped onto the couch to watch a basketball game.

The fifth day finally brought something different. I'd read online about the song, and apparently, the ‘five golden rings' were up next - cue the angelic choir. I flinched at the thought of Edward spending without a glance thousands of dollars to get me five golden rings, but still, at least it was a change from fake birds. They must have freaked Charlie out completely, since he was claiming that the couch was possessed.

I strolled outside and was immediately assaulted by someone. Edward was suddenly there, putting my arms into the sleeves of his coat as if being attacked by a blur happened every day. In my case, it did.

"Good-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Yes, Edward, good morning. I hope there's no dead birds in sight today...?"

He chuckled and stroked my hair. "Silly Bella. Of course not!"

I narrowed my eyes at him and peered at the pockets of his jeans for any gold sticking out. Hopefully I'd be able to-

Edward stepped back and revealed my name, written in his perfect handwriting in the snow, with a golden ring adorning each letter. Bella. One for each letter.

"Oh," I breathed, and immediately knelt down to trace each line softly, not wanting to mess it up. "Oh."

"Yes," Edward agreed softly, bending down to surprise me with a gentle kiss.

He didn't complain later when I handed the rings to Carlisle and Esme, who, in turn, had given each ring to each one of their children. When Rosalie was given her ring with a smile and kiss from her parents, she'd turned to look at me. I surprised myself by stepping forward and giving her a tentative hug. I was even more surprised when she responded in kind.

On the sixth day, he'd given me six dead ‘geese-a-laying'. Back to fake birds.

On the seventh day, it was apparently too much for him, because the moment I stepped outside, he'd practically carried me into his car and drove like a mad man until we'd reached some sort of shelter.

It turned out to be some place for swans during the winter. I wondered how far we had drove, but was immediately distracted from the thought when I saw seven ‘swans-a-swimming'.

"Whoever wrote this song has absolutely no imagination," he stated plainly. "There are just simply too many bird references."

On the eighth day, Edward and the other seven of his family showed up. When I'd opened the door, I was greeted to the lovely sight of Emmett mooning me in a milk maid costume.

I screamed and slammed the door. Luckily, Charlie was at work or fishing, so he wasn't there to witness my humiliation. My future family's uproarious - if you count the sound of bells tinkling even louder than usual and the roar of Emmett's even more like an articulate bear raucous - laughter brought me to my senses again and I deemed it was safe to go outside.

Everybody was holding their sides and rolling on the floor. I'm sure they would've been in tears if they could, but as it was, this was the next best thing. The only ones not making fools out of themselves were Carlisle and Esme, but they were dangerously close to collapsing.

Even Rosalie was shaking on the snow, great peals of amusement coming out of her mouth. It made me feel a bit better that even she was entertained by this, but still, I would never be able to look Emmett in the face again.

Edward was the first to comfort me. "Are you okay, Bella?"

I glowered at him and replied unwillingly, "Yes, but unfortunately, Emmett's bare backside will be etched into my mind forever." I shuddered, sending the Cullens into hysterics once more.

Again, Edward was the first to recover. "I'm sorry you had to see that, love. Don't worry, you got off easy..."

I shivered again at the implication. Poor Edward, having to see it in everybody's minds.

Emmett, still chortling, called out from where he lay, "But hey, you'll have more than just my naked ass in your mind soon enough..." He nodded toward Edward, and I blushed a violent red. Again, the uproarious laughter.

Once everybody was more or less quieted down, Edward cleared his throat unnecessarily. "Anyways, get to it."

Everybody got up swiftly and made their way over to me, grinning insanely. Rosalie was first. "I'm sorry about that, Bella," she chuckled, shaking her head. "Anyways, here's your milk!"

I took it numbly and tried to smile. I must have been successful, because her lips curved up in the approximation of a smile and was gone. I set it down, amazed by the fact that Rosalie was being so nice to me.

"She's trying to welcome her newest sister into the family in a... kinder way than she did before," someone murmured.

I looked up. Jasper stood there, holding out a carton of milk. I accepted it and thanked him with my eyes. I think he understood my silence, because he disappeared as well.

Alice pounced on me next. "Bella!" she cried out, tiny frame still trembling with suppressed mirth. "Isn't this great? We get to finally use those French maid costumes I bought last month!"

I barely had time to take the milk from her hand before Emmett came up next, teddy bear smile on. I avoided his eyes, trying to look anywhere but his face. My customary blush crept up on me as I tried to not think about what had happened.

Emmett's hand was holding out a carton of milk. I took it and mumbled, "Thanks," knowing he would hear me and shielded my eyes with a yelp, lest they be burned by the sudden sight of his once again naked butt.

A loud smacking noise sounded, and before I could lift my head, Emmett - thank God - was gone. I put the milk down next to the others and continued muttering my thanks to everybody who came up. Carlisle and Esme - and surprisingly, Seth was there - gave me apologetic smiles and disappeared.

I allowed myself the liberty of looking up into Edward's topaz eyes. My heart skipped a beat, and I noticed the brown carton he was handing out to me.

I took it and looked at the label. It was chocolate milk. Grinning, I wrapped my arms around Edward and kissed him. "You always know what I want," I thanked him, opened it feverishly, and began chugging.

He laughed and watched me down the contents. I'd had no breakfast, so when I moved, it sloshed inside me. I grimaced. Edward chuckled again and helped me transfer the seven cartons of milk to the refrigerator.

"Today has been a day of surprises," I muttered.

On the ninth day, when I approached my front door with great caution, whispers on the other side drew my attention. I attempted to listen in for a few minutes, but since everything was a bit incoherent, I sighed, shook my head, and waited.

Alice's clear voice shouted, "BREAK!", and I heard the unmistakable sound of three people slapping high-fives. I raised an eyebrow at no one in particular and continued to wait.

When the whispering was done, I hesitated by the door, then fumbled with the door handle. When I finally got it open, I half-expected Emmett's exposed ass in front of me, but thankfully, there was nothing. Nothing except for three vampires waltzing around my front lawn.

I gaped at the sight. Alice, Rosalie, and Esme were dancing with their respective partners, oblivious to the world. Each of them - not the guys - seemed to have thrown on three different parts of outfits. I mean, Alice had on three different styles on her at the same time. But since Alice hardly ever just throws on something, I was sure it was planned. So I supposed it could count as ‘nine ladies dancing'.

Alice must've seen my decision, because she quickly let go of Jasper, and after she burst out, "Finally!" she had ripped off the shirt and the pants to reveal the clothes that matched with the shoes. Typically Alice.

On the tenth day, I once again waited by my door. I could sense an argument going outside. My eyes flicked automatically to the clock.

Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one...

I opened the door just in time to see Carlisle leap past my door in a costume that somewhat resembled royalty's.

Huh?

I rubbed my eyes and uncovered them. A moment later, Emmett lunged past, clothing similar to Carlisle's. Then Jasper, then Edward. I burst out into laughter at him in those princely costumes.

There was a brief intermission, and then it started again, with each of them in different clothes this time. I was starting to get the general idea of what they were doing.

Lastly, Edward and Carlisle sprang past my door together, both in their own, real clothes. I applauded the minute the show seemed to be over. "Bravo!" I called out dryly.

Edward appeared next to me, grinning. "Did you enjoy the show?" he asked innocently.

I rolled my eyes and treated him to a slight smile. "Of course!" I lied, smirking. "I'll have to ask Alice to buy more of those clothes for you."

Alice's shriek of excitement and Edward's expression of horror was just too funny. I burst out into laughter.

On the eleventh day, Emmett's booming voice woke me from my slumber. Oh, God. I decided to look out my window first, in case he was ‘accidentally' mooning me again.

Thankfully, Emmett was in Scottish attire, with some weird contraption in his mouth. He seemed to be blowing through them with all his might, but all it produced was a violent wind that ruffled Edward's hair.

I sped down to the front door as quick as I could, curious about what Emmett was trying now. Edward's arms scooped me up the second I was outside. He grinned. "Hello, love."

I greeted him with a kiss, then peered around his shoulder to see Emmett still spluttering through the... thing. Now that I was closer, I could see that it was something made of eleven straws, all taped together.

What was it again? ‘Eleven pipers piping'? It applied, I supposed.

"Edward? Why is Emmett dressed up in Scottish clothing?"

He smirked at me crookedly. It grew bigger as he listened to my heart speed up even faster. "Emmett, love, thought that while ‘piping', he should honor the tradition by dressing up in their clothing." He shook his head. "I don't know where he comes up with these ideas."

On the twelfth and last day of Christmas, I stepped outside hopefully. I'd searched online once more and made sure that the last day was ‘twelve drummers drumming'. So I'd made sure of what to expect.

Amazingly, I was right.

Emmett stood in a bright, shiny marching band uniform with twelve drums in a row in front of him. He was taking turns hitting each one by one with a stick in each hand and a giant, goofy smile on his face. I laughed.

Edward came over, and to my surprise, so did the rest of the Cullens. We all watched, silent, as Emmett raised his right hand dramatically, as if he was about to swear to something, and slammed the stick into one of the drums.

It broke, and like dominoes, the rest of them broke as well. Emmett stared at them incredulously and shifted his attention to Carlisle. "I'll pay for them," he quickly promised, seeing the expressions they had on their faces.

Jasper groaned and dug out a hundred dollar bill and tossed it to Edward. "Ugh. You win this time," he conceded reluctantly.

What happened next was extremely corny and lame, and yet, it was perfect. We all started to sing Christmas carols. And of course, the first song was ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas'.

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!