I am not Stephenie Meyer, and I do not own Twilight or any of its plots or characters. : (

I bounced on the heels of my feet, impatient for the sluggish crowd to hurry up. I knew Jasper would be waiting for me, and I had no intention of keeping him or myself for that matter in suspense any longer. I watched the mob of travelers disperse. Some were eager, some were weary, some were indifferent. You can guess witch category I fit into.

Finally I was able to see him. He was the first of our family that I saw, but he was the only one I had eyes for. I hurried to his side, impatient to be near him, to breathe his scent, to relieve him of all of his many anxieties. He clasped my small hands inside his own much larger ones. He said nothing, but the amount of relief and love that he was putting forth was staggering.

Our reunion was much different than the other couples' in the vicinity. While they embraced with much enthusiasm, we were content to gaze into each others eyes. I noticed his eyes were a light shade of amber, in sure contrast with what my darkening ones must appear, and I concluded he must have gone hunting recently. I was so proud of my husband. It exhausted him to no extent attempting to control himself, but nonetheless, he prevailed against his natural instinct. He said he did it for me, and I was always so flattered by this that I had no words to say in thanks.

His eyes were never-ending. I felt lost in them, but not a lost that I was uncomfortable with. I always felt extremely confident and reassured when he was near, for he was my soul, my life. I gripped his hands harder, hoping to never be separated from him again. He smiled slightly with a grin that I could come to know so well over the decades.

I closed my eyes. I breathed evenly, in and out, taking in his wonderful scent. I never wanted this to end, never to be far from him again. I wanted this moment to last. I was reassured because I knew I would always remember this memory, but nonetheless I wanted to stay here as long as possible, with him. I rested my head gently against his chest and sighed in pleasure.

"Alice," he murmured to me.

"Yes," I responded not moving in the slightest, or even opening my eyes.

"I love you," he said as he let go of my hands so he could encircle his own around my back. I felt his lips press gently against the top of my head.

"I love you, too," I whispered. I took care to make this only loud enough for him to understand. This was between my husband and me.

This is my second ever fanfiction! Reading and reviewing makes me very happy so please do! I also welcome constructive critisism, and I would love: ideas for a new story, improvements for my current stories, or overall advice to improve my writing skills! P.S. Thank you to whoever is reading this right now! Thank you thank you thank you! : )

-Ember