Lucky. No.. That word didn't do what you had justice. It was stupid, you knew, but you often found yourself scrolling through texts and words to see which one you resonated the most with. Trevor, ever the prick, had always ridiculed you in being so in love with your 'floating vampire jesus' that you had married him. You weren't ashamed.

He had such pretty, long, blond hair that you couldn't resist running your fingers through it every night before you went to sleep. He had such a soothing voice that you would ask him to read to you. His words never failed to ground you. You wonder how he feels, sometimes. If he thinks you're weird because you'd gotten so attached so quickly. If he thinks you're strange because you never really cared about him being a vampire.

You hope you make him just as happy as he makes you. You decided that you should just ask. What's the point of sitting there before bed with your hair splayed all over his chest and your ear above his left pectoral muscle if you weren't going to talk.

You said his name to get his attention. He nodded and paid mind to you once you'd indicated that you wanted it. You decided to just ask the question. "Are you happy?" He looked down at you and placed a hand on the back of your head so he wouldn't jostle you too much as he gave you a little chuckle. "Am I happy? That's a silly question." Was it?

All the while, you had been staring at his face. When he blinked, you looked at his eyes. When he yawned, you looked at his mouth. Fangs too, if he'd opened his mouth wide enough, which he usually made sure not to do.