My eyes drifted down to her fidgeting fingers.
An epiphany struck me, subtle as a brick to the back of my skull.
Marriage. Of course. Had I not thought of the vows when she asked to be changed?
Hmm... but to propose now would seem like desperation. I knew Bella almost as well as she knew me. I could just imagine her calling me out for faking the entire thing.
The idea should have offended me, considering it was a real proposal I was crafting, but it didn't. All I cared about was that she saw it for my genuine desire to be tied to her every way possible.
Should I buy her a ring? Or would she be more receptive to my mother's wedding ring?
"Um, Edward...?" Her voice jerked me back to reality. "What's wrong?"
I realize she'd never answered me; maybe everything was in vain. It was a bridge to cross at a later time, though.
Flashing her favorite crooked smile, I kissed the knuckles on her left hand.
"Nothing at all, love. Now please, eat. You're giving me fits with how thin you are."
She scowled but still took a bite.