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A Cullentastic Christmas
Title: A Cullentastic Christmas
Chapter 16: Sleigh Ride
Rating: T
Summary: Stories of Cullen Christmases based on the songs on a Christmas Mix CD that Bella brings home.
Type: AU OOC; Pairing: Bella/Edward, Other Canon Pairings. After Breaking Dawn. All Vamps.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. I just grabbed them and drove them crazy for my own entertainment. I do not own any of the songs mentioned. They belong to their respective owners.
A/N: Yay for loving Bella and her “Could only happen to Bella” moments lol. The last chapter was originally not as horrible, as in the havoc Bella caused, but then I felt it wasn't Bella-y enough and made it worse lol. Well, on with some family fun! What could Edward possible want them to use as transportation? If you haven't figured it out by the title, then read on! Well, actually, read on anyway haha. Enjoy!
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BPOV
“What exactly did you have in mind, then?” I asked, confused by his statement.
”I'll show you.” he said, right as Renesmee walked back over to us.
“Can Jake come with?” she asked, looking at Jacob, who was sitting on the couch still, looking at us curiously.
“Sure sweetie.” I answered and Jacob immediately joined us at the front door.
He pulled on his jacket, as did Edward, so that we went outside, we wouldn't look strange in short sleeves out in the snow.
“So where exactly are we going and what exactly will be riding in?” Jacob asked, as he followed us outside.
I turned to look at him and shrugged my shoulders. He had Renesmee on his shoulders, who was looking around excitedly, trying to catch the snowflakes in her mouth and giggling when they would land on her nose.
“Hold on. I gotta make a quick call and then you'll see.” Edward said, running swiftly through a patch of trees so that we wouldn't hear his phone call.
“Are you sure your husband doesn't belong in a loony bin?” Jacob asked, twirling his finger next to his ear to give the crazy symbol.
“Probably, but I'd miss him too much.” I said, smiling and trying to listen for him.


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