Stupid human habits? Did he honestly think they were stupid human habits? Of course I ask this as the water for my shower is heating up. My little step-stool for me to see myself in the mirror was right before the sink. I sighed. Sometimes my height had disadvantages. I smiled to myself, remembering when we had bought it.

"A step-stool?" he said. It sounded strained. Like he hadn't been breathing. I only nodded, looking at the different colors and sizes. Why were there so many choices? And no purple…

"I can barely see the top of my head in the mirror," I explained. He shook his head with a smile. Looking at him I could tell he wasn't breathing. I walked over to him, taking his hands in my own. "You can breathe, you know," I whispered. He only smiled shyly.

"I could, but I choose not to," he replied. I sighed lightly and patted his hand.

"You're much better at it than you think," I said quickly, kissing one of his hands before looking back at the stools. My mission was to find a deep purple one. It would compliment the bathroom at home perfectly.

I finally found it. And of course, it was on the top shelf. I started piling some of the stools on top of each other. I was about to climb on them when Jasper touched my arm lightly.

"What are you doing, Alice?" he asked softly. I looked at him like he was… well… stupid.

"I'm getting my stool," I said defensively. He only chuckled and turned away from me. He grabbed the stool in question and handed it to me. "Better not cause more of a scene than we already have," he said, putting the stools I had piled up back. I only glared at him.

As he laughed he put his arm around my shoulders and led me to the check out line. He seemed more at ease.

I took off my necklace while looking in the mirror. This wasn't some stupid human habit.

"Whatever you say Alice, whatever you say," I heard that stupid brother of mine say from downstairs. Yes, the one dating the human is complaining about my stupid human habit. Hypocrite.

No matter. It was my habit. And I liked it. Who cared what my intrusive brother thought about it. So far as I was concerned his opinion didn't matter. To me.

The hot water didn't do anything to my skin, though the temperature would most likely scald a human's skin. It was soothing though. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of the warm water. The drops running down my back was such a familiar and welcome feeling.

"Oh dear lord," I heard Edward say. Then I heard his Volvo. That usually meant only one thing. I heard the door open and close, followed by the rustling of clothes as they hit the ground.

"You know, if you keep doing this Edward will have a fit," I said softly. His arms wrapped around my waist. He kissed the side of my head lightly.

"Are you complaining?" he asked, his lips moving against my head. I would think he would be able to tell if and when I ever complained.

"Of course I'm not complaining," I replied, leaning back. I could feel is light shrug.

"Rosalie and Emmett aren't about to be out done. Emmett's jealous," he said, smugness in his voice. I turned to look at him.

"I told you the one time we didn't lock the door would come back to haunt us," I said in a low voice. He let out a low laugh.

"They weren't supposed to be at home that night," he reminded me sweetly, planting another light kiss on the top of my head. I smiled. "You know," he continued, kissing down the side of my face and down my neck, "Christmas is just around the corner," he whispered. I nodded, silently telling him to continue. "Anything you would… want?" he asked, still kissing my neck.

I sighed, tightening my arms around his waist. "Just so long as I have you everything's where it should be," I said. Yes, it sounded cheesy, but it was honest. In response his arms tightened. We stayed like that for a while. Neither of us said anything, we just stood there.

My increasingly happy mood must have alerted him to something, and he finally looked down at me and asked what I was thinking about.

"Well, I just know what I want for Christmas," I said, passing it off as no big deal. I smiled up at him.

"And what would that be?" he asked after a minute of silence.

I shook my head at him, smile still on my face. "You're going to have to wait," I said, then reached to turn the water off.