After your lavish wedding, and the disaster your honeymoon turned out to be. Edward found himself questioning a lot of things. He knew you were worth all the suffering, nobody lit up his night skies as much as you did.

He still loved you. You and the baby that .. happened. Edward was utterly still frustrated and bewildered by it. How had no one ever thought of it? Not even Carlisle knew of human-vampire babies. The child was something Edward never had thought he wanted, yet he did appreciate the youngster. They had wisdom. Often things Edward never thought of, was thought of by that child.

It was completely ridiculous. But, you produced many ridiculous things in the short year you came. Werewolves... his almost death... your almost death.. too much to count and keep track of. Yet he cherished each and every memory with you, even the bad ones.

Now, Edward sat holding you. As always, he couldn’t bare to loose you ever. He would much rather die than see you not safe in his arms. “What are you thinking about?” Edward asked, suddenly. An old habit never left him, he wanted to know.