Disclaimer: the only Twilight Saga I own is a battered paperback series on my bookshelf. All characters, places, themes etc, and the rights thereof belong to Stephenie Meyer; I am merely borrowing the characters and hope to return them in near working order.
The Barren Wife
I sit in my room, and I don't let my husband know that I am here.
He can't help me. He can't give me what I wish for.
I want a child; I want a little girl whose hair I can do and who can get kitted up and fussed over by her Auntie Alice; I want a little boy who can play toy soldiers with Uncle Jasper, the Major. I want a Reneesme. I wanted the Reneesmee that lives with us now and has chocolate brown eyes.
But there's nothing I can do about it.
And there's nothing to stop Emmett having a child of his own.
He loves me, sure, says he'd never give me up. But I know that if I could have a kid, in any way at all, then I would; if it would give me a child, I would go and have a one-night stand with a human, hoping and praying that he would understand and forgive me. But he doesn't. He stays loyal to his barren wife and condemns himself to an existence without offspring.
I am beautiful, I am rich, I am clever.
I love my husband, but I don't understand how he can love me.
I mean, why?