We took a break after her tenth fall. She never hit the ground, of course, but I imagine it wasn't pleasant being caught by arms as hard as iron rods.

She took a seat on the soft grass and I joined her. "How do you know this kind of music?" she asked a little breathlessly.

"You can't be related to Edward and not know all kinds of music. I happened to like music from the 40's the best. It gets into your system and you can't help but dance to it. All the greatest musicians were from the 40's. I like some 50's music," I admitted. "The only 50's music that I really like is the Frank Sinatra and early Bobby Darin type. All the rockabilly stuff though, not at all. " I'd gotten caught up in my own explanation.

"So, Glenn Miller and The Andrews Sisters were from the 40's. Do you like them?" she asked, playing with the grass.

"I do like them, very much so. How do you know them?" I was impressed that she knew any people from the big band era. Not many people new anything about that time.

"My mom went through a phase a few years back. I found that I actually liked the music a lot, so I kept the CD's when she moved to her next mini-fetish. I've never danced to it though," she said.

"So, you've been listening to it for years but you haven't even danced to it yet? That's almost a crime!" I exclaimed, teasing her.

"As you can tell, I'm not the greatest dancer on the planet, thank you very much," she said, looking into the trees.

"I've noticed," I laughed.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, hitting me on the arm.

I jokingly fell over. "Ouch. Oh, ouch. I am in pain," I said mechanically.

"Pfft!" she laughed and stood up to help me off the ground.

"Come on, hep cat, I'm hungry," she said, pulling me up.

"Alright, cool chick, let's go get some food," I said, throwing her own era reference right back at her.

She started walking back to the car very, very slowly. I could tell she was doing it on purpose too. She knew I had a problem with going slow. I liked to go as fast as possible as much as possible.

"Okay, Bella, you're going to have to go faster than that," I sighed, following behind her.

"You mean like this?" she said, slowing down even more.

So it was a game, was it? I was going to win. I picked her up and gently threw her over my shoulder.

"Jasper! Put me down!" she screamed, beating my back playfully.

"Maybe you should have gone faster!" I laughed.

We got to the car in a matter of seconds. When I put her down she was pouting and avoiding my eyes.

"I'm deeply sorry, Bella. Will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?" I joked.

She cracked a smile. "Okay, but only if you don't do it again!"

 I rolled my eyes and opened her door. "Yes, your highness."

"Ha-ha, very funny," she said, getting in the car.

 I got in and started the engine. I turned on the CD player and Mack the Knife by Bobby Darin streamed into the car. Of course, I had to start singing.

Halfway through the song I heard Bella humming. "You know this song?" I asked.

"Of course I know this song," she scoffed.

I grinned. I could get used to this girl.