1. Bella Cullen

"I this many yee-uhs old, gwampa." Everly's sitting on her knees in Harold's - grandpa's - lap, shoving three little fingers in his face. "See? I big."

"You ain't big enough to be watchin' a show like that one you had on."

"Oh for goodness sakes, Harold, it's a children's show!" Henrietta grabs the remote off the arm of the chair and starts flipping through channels, looking for Everly's favorite show.

"That one!" Everly squeals, hopping around all over Harold. "Paw Patwol."

Harold is grumbling about it not bein' right that animals are talkin' and walkin' around like damn human folk and asking whatever happened to movies like Old Yeller.

"No, Old Yella, gwampa. Paw Patwol!"

Harold gives in because duh, he always gives in to her. Who would have thought five years ago Harold would be my children's grandpa, the crazy old man.

You gotta love the bastard, though.

"Bella, dear, are you sure you didn't go overboard?"

Overboard?

"It's Christmas, Henrietta, you can't go overboard on Christmas! That's just unheard of."

Harold snorts. "There was a time you didn't even celebrate Christmas and now you're actin' like you're some Clark Griswold wannabe."

"Harold, you have got to stop cussing in front of my daughter."

And Clark Griswold who?

"Here we go again," he says, rolling his eyes. "She ain't gonna be sayin' those words."

"I not say them," Everly agrees, her eyes glued onto the TV.

Harold gives me the I told you so look.

Fucking Harold.

"Anyway, ain't Christmas lights supposed to go on the outside of the house?"

I ignore such a stupid question and walk away from Harold and step into the kitchen where Edward's leaning against the counter holding a sleeping Forrest - our son, not a literal forest, of course.

If I thought he looked sexy in one of his GQ sweaters, well add a sleeping baby in his arms, and holy shit.

"Harold's right, you know," he says, smirking.

"Oh, shut up."

Edward laughs, and I grab the hot cocoa with whipped cream from the counter and take a sip.

To think I missed out on Christmas for more than half my life.

To think!

AN: They're back because...duh! I want to see what Christmas is like with Harold and Henrietta.