Let It Snow!
Edward grinned as the news proclaimed snow, snow, and more snow. Bella, however, pouted. She sat up in bed and gazed at the blackness outside.
Edward noticed her look and squeezed her hand. "Bella, I just can't understand why you don't enjoy snow."
"I do enjoy the snow."
Edward raised his eyebrows. "You do?" he asked quizzically.
"I just don't enjoy being in the snow. It's too cold," she explained.
Edward frowned, looking down at his hands and wondering if his perpetual coldness was very unpleasant to Bella.
Bella caught his look and laughed lightly, guessing what he was thinking. "You can't possibly compare yourself to snow."
"But you just said the cold…"
"Well I'm not in love with the snow. I'm in love with you, and that includes every single quality you have." Bella leaned in for a kiss, but met only air. She opened her eyes to find Edward standing and grinning.
"Incoming Alice in three…two…"
Alice flew in through the window with a gust of cold, wintry air. "It's snooooowing," she sang, and both Edward and Bella glanced outside to find that big fat white flakes were, indeed, falling slowly towards the ground.
"There's going to be six inches on the ground by morning. See you for our snowball fight!" She then left, singing, "let it snow, let it snow, let it snowww..."
What Alice had said suddenly registered on Bella and she turned to Edward. "Oh, no."
"Please?" Edward begged. "It'll be fun. You'll be on my team."
Bella hesitated. A vision of Edward and her playing around in the snow went through her head, and it was very difficult to resist. Besides, his hopeful look was adorable.
"On one condition."
"Yes?" Edward asked warily.
"Look up, please."
For the first time that night, Edward looked upwards and grinned as he realized there were about 20 pieces of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.