A/N: Happy Birthday,Ealasaid77! I hope you have a fantastic day.
As ever, I don’t own Twilight – it owns me.

Biting my lip, I watch him closely as he ever-so-carefully handles the antique camera – my birthday present to him.

His voice is reverent, his touch feather-light. “Ed, where did you get this? It’s…”

He trails off. His eyes meet mine.

“The guy at the shop said it still works like a charm. Want to try it out?”

He nods, grinning and nonchalantly fiddling with the settings.

I know him well, though, and I lift my camera to snap a picture of him taking one of me.

He laughs, putting both cameras down before kissing me.

“Happy Birthday, Jasper,” I murmur.