Curled up against his side she had kissed and nuzzled his neck with a sigh which had turned his wince into a smile. He sighed and moaned himself when had felt her hands moving along his skin and he cold only laugh when she sighed again against his ear and had whispered, “I’m hungry.”

With the laughter in his voice he had turned to her and whispered, “For what, blood or me?” The laughter had become even louder when he saw her expression and it became apparent that she wasn’t really sure. He had kissed her softly and smiled against her lips, “Perhaps both, yes?”

She had giggled at his words and pressed against him, “Yes, both.” She seemed so happy that he could only laugh again and whisper, “My wife is insatiable.” In response she had only given him the same mischievous smile that always seemed to be turning up the corner of her lips and a twinkle had entered her eyes.

The same smile and look in her eyes that he had just sketched out.

He fingered the sketch once again and then his long fingers curled over the parchment, grasping at it, crumpling the drawing as the sound of the crinkling paper filled the room. The drawing was no comparison to the real thing or even to his memory.

Moving to the hearth he threw the wadded up parchment into the flames within and watched as it curled up as the fire licked at it and slowly turned to ash.

Did this Edward know what he was missing out on by denying the desire to turn his Bella? Did he know that he was missing out on the possibility of eternity with the one that was his true other half? 

He would change the girl.

Selfishly he had had thoughts over the last few months hoping that Edward would lose Bella so he could suffer. It was part of the reason that he had initially agreed with Aro that Edward should be kept alive when the boy had come to them, asking for them to end his suffering when he thought the girl was dead. Wasn’t it only fair that someone suffer like he had been for so long now?

But, now, as his wife was more and more on his mind, he decided that he wanted to preserve that bond that was as strong as the one that he had shared with her.

Didyme.

No, such a bond should not be destroyed.

He would do what little he could among his coven to help them, but the rest was up to them.