So I've had this sat in my folders for a while and figured there was no point it hiding there, even though I had no intentions of making this anymore than a one-shot. Really hope you enjoy this little addition, happy valentines day!

Isabella wasn't sure how they managed to get from Forks High School all the way back to her house, her beautiful walnut wooden house with its tan stone decorations, or even further into her room but quickly decided that she could spend the rest her life lying curled up in her husband's arms. Time could pass as it willed, it didn't matter anymore, and Isabelle was certain that it had been hours since they'd laid down. Neither had said a word and a calm, comforting air had settled around them. There was many things she could say. They buzzed around her head: 'you're alive' even though they weren't really; 'I missed you' was something he could already feel; 'you should have changed me yourself' an unfair accusation. Each sentence was almost said but none came out, none wanted to be the start of their first proper conversation in 142 years.

"What happened to you?" Isabelle whispered, fingers grasping themselves into fabric of his shirt – expensive, new. Jasper took a deep breath and the mood was broken. His hand rose to rest on her neck as Isabella moved to meet his eyes – dark and golden. Moving her own hand to a scar on his jaw line was almost as nerve-racking as the first time she'd placed her hand in his arm when they were human. It was cold under her fingers but she didn't move her hand. Instead she traced it gently with her index finger, drifting slowly to trace others on his neck. He didn't say anything, only moved his head to allow her to see. Even without his gift, Isabelle would have known the trust that movement meant. She knew Jasper like the back of her hand. Or at least she used to. A stabbing pain to accompany that thought caused her to pull away.

Jasper turned his head to her with painful slowness and took the hand that remained floating in the air. His kissed her gently and Isabella smiled – his gaze when he looked at her matched the look he'd given her when he'd first kissed her hand in greeting.

"It's alright, Darlin'," Jasper whispered with a quirk of his lips. "It's all in the past now."

"Long past?" Isabella asked gazing up at him.

His gaze softened as he stared down at her and, without seeming to be able to help himself, wrapped her up in a kiss, fingers tangling in her hair. It was short but nonetheless passionate and the firm 'yes' that Jasper whispered against her lips calmed her instantly. Isabella nodded.

"What do we do now?"

Silence fell again before Jasper murmured his response, his words a pained and almost desperate repetition of her own words to him, "what happened to you?"

His accent was gone and Isabelle got the impression that, like her, he rarely spoke with his southern accent anymore. His words caused her to try burrow in closer to him despite her murky memories. Her past was a bit of a blur, a mass of shapes and faces that she could rarely put names to or make sense of anymore. Jasper was always the clearest thing and her family. They seemed happy. Her life seemed happy from what she could remember. At least until the day it snowed.

"It snowed the day they came, you know," she said quietly. Her words followed by a wave of confusion from Jasper. "The day they came to tell me you were missing. It had never snowed before."

Jasper didn't say anything and Isabelle found herself without words as well. What did he expect her to tell him? That she was so miserable without him that she was happy when she thought she was dying? It wouldn't have been a total lie. 2 years. She had still been mourning. It had taken her the first year to accept that he was most likely dead. The first year had been spent in denial – she believed he'd come back eventually, that he was safe somewhere, that something would send him back to her. At the year make she'd finally accepted that that wasn't going to happen. She'd skipped anger then, jumped right to depression. She wasn't going to tell him that, didn't want him to have that on his conscience, but she did have something that she had to tell him, even if she didn't want to.

"Jasper," his body tensed beneath her as she breathed his name. "I was pregnant" – his grip on her tightened and she barely dared say the next words – "and I lost em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"her/em when…when it snowed."

She couldn't bear to look at him as she spoke the words. Part of her wondered what he was taking from her emotions when she could barely understand them herself.

"I didn't even know we had her."

Jasper immediately turned to actions at her final admission. Twisting so they lay facing each other, he sent waves of soothing emotions as he forced her to meet his eyes. Topaz instead of brown, his eyes burned into her own and she tried not to sob tearlessly.

"I called her Jasmine."

Jasper breathed out a short laugh and drew her nearer to press a kiss to her brow before burying his face in her hair. She felt him swallow before he spoke, "you still smell like jasmines."

Words that Isabella knew that Jasper was perfectly aware of flew to her lips and were vocalised before she could stop them, "I missed you. God, I missed you so much."

He didn't respond in relation to her words but instead asked the question she had been dreading most of all, "I meant how did you become like this, Isa?"

Isabella smiled softly into his shoulder at his affectionate address that only he used. Everyone else called her Bella, Izzy or Isabella.

"I don't think there was a reason for it," Isabella started with a heavy sigh. "They seemed so guilty about it, so regretful. He wanted to stay and help but apparently had to get back to his 'commander'? You always did warn me about taking walks in the woods."

"Probably one of the new-borns from the wars then," Jasper replied with a voice full of thoughtfulness and regret. A wash of painful sadness hit her causing Isabelle to twist within his arms.

"Were you one of them?" the guess left her mouth before reason could stop it. Jasper's jaw tightened and she instantly knew she was right. She may not have been in the southern vampire wars but she knew all about it. Her Jasper a part of it was never considered and a pitiful horror stole over her as she pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. It definitely explained the scars covering his skin.

Fingers moving of their own accord, she unbuttoned her husband's shirt without any movement of protest from him. A few sparkling scars greeted her as she pushed his shirt out the way and she gently pressed a kiss to each other them. Muscles tensed beneath her but he made no attempts to be anything other than a statue beneath her. With light movements, Isabella pushed the shirt of shoulder unsurprised by the further marring of the skin but sickened with despair at the marks showing where he'd had limps reattached.

Finally, he moved. His shirt thrown on the floor, arm coming around to cup her head. His lips covered hers desperately with a hungry kiss. She grasped onto him instantly despite her initial surprise and gave herself into the old routine of kissing him that her mind and body would never forget.

He broke away only when she was clinging to him and wanted to do anything but pull away to whisper one word, "stop."

"Stop what?" Isabella panted unnecessarily.

He grinned a cheeky grin and pulled her closer, "obviously not this, darlin'."

As he captured her lips with his again, rolling them over, Isabella realised his stop was to her own emotions, the devastation the rocked her at the sight of the damage people had dare put on her husband. He made quick work of distracting her.