I was sitting on the white leather couch in our living room, my diary that I had started just after high school open in front of me when Jasper walked through the front door. He smirked as he noticed me drinking in his appearance. The sun was coming in through the front windows just enough to give him a stunning glow and his blonde hair was a mess, just the way I like it.
"What do you have there, sugar?" Jasper asked as he walked around the couch to sit down next to me.
"It's my old diary. How was your hunt?" I received a mumbled response as he kissed the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. Jasper hunts much more often than I do. He says it's just a habit from living with the Cullens, but I suspect that he still doesn't quite trust himself the way that he deserves to. He hasn't had a single slip with human blood since nearly killing me fifty-something years ago, yet he never allows himself to be around humans without hunting the day before.
I carefully shut the diary and set it down on the coffee table as I reached for Jasper's hand. Together we made our way to our bedroom on the second floor of our home to settle in for the night. The only thing I disliked about being a vampire was that I didn't have the ability to sleep. I got into the habit of laying down anyway and snuggling in with Jas for a few hours each night because it felt more natural that way, and soon we let it become one of our favorite parts of the day. Sometimes we read books or watch movies together, and sometimes we lay quietly and talk, but it's quality time that neither of us would trade for the world.
I laid down on our bed as my husband joined me, wrapping one arm around my waist to pull me closer to him, "What inspired you to read your old diary?" Jasper asked quietly.
"I was just thinking about Charlie and Renee and wanted to read about them," I responded, turning around to focus on his curious, gold eyes. I knew that there was a good chance I would lose some of my memories during my transition to becoming a vampire, so I wrote about the most important things in my life at the time to have a reminder whenever I desired.
Jasper kissed my forehead and reached behind him to grab the book we were currently reading together. He opened it to the bookmarked page and began to read. I looked at the pages in front of me, but quickly zoned out thinking of the past fifty years and how I got to be so lucky even though there were a thousand instances when I shouldn't have made it. That's the other thing my diary is good for, reminding me that life is never easy, and there will always be a new adventure around the corner.