I had just put Declan down for a nap. I crept into our master bedroom to see Sydney sitting at the foot of the bed with a history book in her hand. I don't think she saw me open the door, so I observed her reading the book. As always, she shone like a star, and I wasn't even using any spirit to see her aura. That was just how Sydney was. Brilliant in every way possible.

I walk in the room and tackle her to the center of the bed. She gives me a quick "Hey!" before I attack her lips with mine. My body is only halfway on top of her with my arms supporting most of my weight. Every inch of her that is touching me is sending the usual sparks throughout my body. I am so glad that after almost three years of us being together those sparks didn't leave me.

I use my hand to pull her face closer to me. She response by wrapping both of her arms around my neck and pulls me to where I have my full weight on her. I shift over to put my whole body on top of her, accidentally knocking her book to the floor. Our lips break away for a few seconds and we both turn to the sound of the noise.

"It's not important," she tells me as she pushes me to flip our position. I love when gets feisty like this. I love looking up to her in all of her beauty. She very slowly unbuttons my white button-down shirt, cheating because I always leave the top two buttons undone. I know she loves that look on me. She is giving me the same look now that she does when I walk in through the door and unbutton those two buttons. Only now it is a bit wilder.

I reach to tug up her skin-tight teal tank top. I only raise it up a few inches to get my hands touching her skin. I can see her body react as if a chill just ran down her spine just as I touched her bare skin. I grab her still small, but much healthier, body and flip her on her back again. I quickly toss off my now wrinkled shirt. I only looked into her eyes for a second before attacking her lips again.

I reached my right hand higher inside of her tank top. I was going to unhook her bra when I tasted a little blood. I have never pulled back so quickly in my life. Panic coursed through my veins like ice water. I don't think she currently realized that I accidentally nipped her bottom lip with my fangs. I was always so careful with her. From how she was when I first met her to now has been such a remarkable change. Rose told me how she was when they first met. It scares me how far she has grown because I never know when it will become too much.

She just looks so blissful under the endorphins cause by my fangs. I know it couldn't last much longer since it was just a slight scratch. But my wife looked so beautiful. I brushed her hair to the side. Time seemed to be frozen. I was terrified of how she would react knowing exactly what happened.

I could tell the second that the endorphins worn out. To my bewilderment, she just smiled at me. Sydney Sage-Ivashkov smiled. I don't think I could have loved her more at that moment. It did not matter how far she has come. All that matters is where she is now.

Our clothes ended scattered across the room. The once careful Sydney was not careful that afternoon. That afternoon was the start of us growing closer than we ever thought was possible. Sydney was already a mother to a child that she loved as if it was her own biological child. But that day was the start of her own biological daughter.

After rereading the story, I noticed a lot of errors. I just corrected some that I noticed and Grammarly picked up.