Title: A Cullentastic Christmas

Chapter 7: Feliz Navidad

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: I don't know how you few people that reviewed could really like last chapter, but you did, so here's the next one. I swear I haven't given up on my other stories. Just hitting severe writer's block. I'm almost done with the next chapter of IWYF and I'll work on DY soon. I swear it!

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BPOV

The movie ended and Jacob started sniffing the air in front of me.

“Do I smell…cookies??” he questioned, sitting up fast, nearly knocking Renesmee to the ground, but luckily, his quick reflexes caught her in time.

He hitched her onto his hip and walked into the kitchen.

“Jacob. Some of these are for Santa. Don't eat them all.” Renesmee said, giving him a stern look.

“Okay, okay! Don't hurt me!” he said, pretending like he was really afraid of getting in trouble.

Renesmee giggled at his actions and picked up a cookie from the counter. It was in the shape of a reindeer.

“Here. You can eat this Rudolph, 'cause he's not real.” she said, smiling at him.

He took the cookie and ate it, before setting Renesmee on the ground. She walked over to the incubator and checked on the egg. The egg would move infinitesimally every once in a while, but not enough to let us know it would be hatching soon.

After Renesmee had pried her eyes from the egg, she looked back over at Jacob, who was too busy scarfing down cookies to notice. Her little eyes grew narrow.

“Jacob. Don't eat all of them!” she said, forcefully.

He stopped eating a cookie midway and I could see his eyes quickly count how many were left.

“It's okay, Nessie. There's ten left. If Santa eats more than that, his sleigh will be too heavy for him to drive home.” he said smiling at her.