Isabella Swan – or now known as Isabella Cullen (or as she recently began to prefer "Mrs. Edward Cullen") was currently pouting. She seemed to be infuriated with the T.V. Edward Cullen knew there was something other than the evening news ticking the love of his life off. "Something the matter Bella?" he questioned as his wife's arms removed themselves from his lap to her legs.

It felt so natural to the Cullen boy to have his lovely wife on his lap all the time. He could finally stroke her hair lovingly without having to worry about ripping her head off, hold her hand without worrying about turning her bones into dust. He could finally… do that to her all the time without worry of… well… he didn't even want to imagine what would of happened if he had done that.

Of course, his sweet now being a vampire did have its down side. Her skin did not supply the warmth it once did, her eyes were no longer the soft brown, but instead ember color – she looked a bit different than before, she had the same face structure, but she was still… different in her appearance, not a lot, but enough for Edward to notice.

The thing that really really bothered him though was that she no longer had blood rush to her face. That delicious blush that made him want to feel her all over; and her heart no longer would beat heavily like it once did; reminding him of the hell he had given her.

"Nothing." Bella muttered angrily. Edward raised a brow.

"Really?" he questioned, a light chuckle threatened to bubble out of his throat. Despite her change, she was the same Bella, the same old stubborn, easily embarrassed Bella.

He suddenly remembered the first time they had fornicated. She had been amazed; "I thought you couldn't…" she had been speechless.

"Bella," he had told her with a light smile, "I may be partially dead but that doesn't mean I can't and don't want to have sex."

"Okay!" Bella yelped, snapping Edward out of his day dream, "I've just been thinking." She admitted. Edward raised a brow.

"About?" he questioned, he watched her bite her lip with worry.

"…Me being a vampire." Edwards smile dropped. Bella had been changed for approximately three months. He had prepared himself for her to regret her decision to become a Cullen… permanently. "No I don't regret it!" Bella told him quickly, reaching for his hand and lacing their fingers together. "The problem is that…" she resisted another sigh, "not that I am one, shouldn't I be less… clumsy?" she questioned him.

"Clumsy?" he asked her.

"Edward, I still can't walk without tripping over my own two feet, I'm fast, really fast but that doesn't matter because I'm constantly falling I have no powers like you an Alice have…"

"You can block off mental attacks." he provided.

"So?" she snorted. "Last week I was helping Jasper carry some really expensive things into the house because Esme wanted to make sure we wouldn't break anything, the minute I entered the house I slipped and the glass fell out of my hands!"

"Esme wasn't mad; she went out and bought a new one."

"I was still useless!" Bella yelped in frustration. "I feel like the only thing I'm good at is just sucking cock." She murmured.

Edward was speechless – since when did Bella use such a crude word? It was certainly inappropriate. "You aren't useless," Edward told her, grasping her face with his hand, "but I will say you are very… skilled in the… 'cock' sucking area." He told her causing her to burble with laughter. Edward was silently embarrassed as he watched his wife giggle at his words. Eventually she quieted down laying her head on his chest.

"I just wish I wasn't so… human." She murmured.

"I'm glade you are…" he told her, lightly messaging the back of her head "or else you wouldn't be my Bella."