Jasper sighed. I looked at him with a questioning look and he just shook his head with a smile. He was probably still trying to find out what I wanted for Christmas. He'd just have to wait until Christmas to figure out what exactly that was.

"Why can't you just tell me?" he had asked one day. I smiled at his question. It had been a couple of weeks since our little shower talk, and there were only three more days until Christmas. And Esme had a special gift for us. We were the only two at home still. Rosalie and Emmett were at their house, as were Bella and Edward. We were like the underage kids stuck at home with the parents.

"Because patience is a virtue," I had responded.

"Which I don't have," he replied, pulling me back to him by wrapping his arm around my waist. He trailed his fingers down my face, neck, and he started tracing my v-neck shirt. I slapped his hand away.

"I suppose you'll have to learn it then," I said, kissing his jaw and skipping away. He sighed again.

Two days until Christmas he asked me again. And yet again I told him he would have to wait. He didn't like that too much.

Perhaps I had taken too much joy in tormenting him, but he seemed to be fed up. I knew he would never hurt me, and that's what made the situation so hilarious.

He grabbed my shoulders lightly, and pushed my back to a wall. He stood so there was no room between us and had a small grin on his face. I looked up at him, highly amused on the inside, but trying to look mad on the outside.

"Jasper, what did I say about having to learn patience?" I said like a mother might say to her four year old child. He pouted. When did he ever pout? It was new. I liked it.

"I just wanted to know why you were packing your bags," he said, feigning innocence. I smiled at his response, and touched his cheek.

"I'm packing things for you as well, don't worry," I said and got out of his hold on me. I continued packing our things. Esme would give us our key tomorrow and it would take us a while to get to our new house. I knew Jasper could feel my excitement, and he was completely lost as to why I was so excited. It made me more giddy than usual.

He spent the rest of the time reading a book about the Civil War. He had his trust red pen out and was marking everything that was wrong. Not like anyone was going to see it, it just made him feel better.

He had actually released a book a few years ago and it almost made it to the New York Times Bestseller list. But he released it around the time Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix came out. I told him it wouldn't do too well, but he said it didn't matter. And in my eyes, doing well was making it to the number one spot and having it sit there for a month. It didn't matter that he did, in fact, make a small fortune out of his book. I had made more with some of my exploits. But I never said this aloud. I was very proud of those exploits.

I had already put our bags in the car, and he should have had a small idea of what was happening when Carlisle and Esme called us downstairs. I took his hand and gently pulled him away from his pen and book. He had a frustrated look on his face, but I ignored it and kept smiling, leading him downstairs.

Esme had in her hand a small box with a bow. Blue of course. It was our favorite color as a couple. She handed it to Jasper as Carlisle explained.

"We know Alice already knows what it is, and we wanted it to be a surprise for at least one of you. Alice knows where to go. Please don't open it until you get there," he said. I had a feeling Esme had told him exactly what to say. She loved surprises almost as much as I did. He looked at the light box with confusion, nodding his head. He shook it lightly, but no noise was made. I laughed lightly and made my way to the garage.

He got in the passenger seat and I was already in the driver's seat. He tried to open the small box, but I quickly took it away from him. I put it in my lap.

Three hours later I pulled into a small drive that couldn't be found unless one knew where it was, much like our home in Forks, and handed Jasper the box.

"Am I allowed to open this now?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. I loved it when he did that because the scar above that eyebrow raised with it and looked amazing. I nodded, slowing the car down dramatically. It wasn't too fair in the woods, so we didn't have much longer.

He held up the key and looked at it like it was something new. I saw the question forming in his mind and answered before he had a chance to ask it.

"Honey, Esme built us a house. All for ourselves. Away from Edward and Bella, and Rosalie and Emmett," I said in a soft voice. His face lit up with understanding and I smiled. He took the hand that was closest to him and kissed it.

"Finally," he said. He'd always thought it was unfair that our siblings had their own house and we had to share with "dear old mom and dad." As I pulled up to the house he exited the door and as soon as I pulled my keys out of the ignition he had me in his arms. His euphoria was seeping into me. "At this point, it doesn't matter what you wanted for Christmas," he whispered in my ear. I looked at him with a questioning look. He smiled.

"I have my own plans now," he said even more quietly. All I could do was smile. This was exactly what I wanted.

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