A/N: Welcome back darlings. This is probably not needed, but here is a quick disclaimer about the decisions my characters make. They make them because that is how I think they would feel. Not because of my own feelings or beliefs. The end. Enjoy!
*Anthony*
My Amy and I were lying together on the couch after putting Daisy to bed. She was looking out into the backyard but I was looking at her, wondering what she'd look like in a white dress.
"Let's do it right out there, so I can look outside and think of it," she said.
"Nah, I want you in a nice soft bed where you can be comfortable, and we can stay there for a very long time," I teased, giving her a tight squeeze.
She twisted around and raised an eyebrow at me.
"Oh, you mean get married?" I said innocently.
"Yeah, get married."
"Sure. We can do that outside."
"You are ridiculous," she said, but gave me half a smile and leaned back to rest on me again.
I'd finally gotten her used to sitting in my lap. I begged her to all the time, but she kept saying that was a bad idea and she would crush me. It took a lot of convincing, but I'd gotten her to enjoy it almost as much as I did.
I spread my hands out over her stomach as I took her earlobe between my lips. I knew she hated her belly. I tried to touch it everyday to show her that I didn't. She was so soft...and delicious. Sometimes I could tell she was forgetting her insecurities and getting lost in my touch. She would go loose. We would melt into each other and I'd let my hands explore her body through her clothes.
She didn't push them away anymore.
"You know, we aren't gonna be able to stay here forever though," I whispered.
"I know."
I'd told her before why we had to move around, and the next one would have to be soon.
"So...if you are gonna live forever, what about me?" she asked with hesitation in her voice.
I knew we'd have to talk about that eventually. I just hadn't been able to, I couldn't even think about it.
"When I die, what's gonna happen to you?" she wondered.
"I will too. Imprints always die right after their mate does."
Mine would be a little different though. If the heartbreak of losing her didn't end my life, then I would have to do it myself.
We were quiet for a little while, until I gathered up the courage to ask her something that was even more important than when I asked her to be my wife.
"You don't have to though. Do you want to be immortal?"
In my head, it took her hours to answer. In reality it was probably only a few seconds.
"How would that work?"
I let out an unsteady breath.
Okay, she is open to it. This is good.
"One of us, probably my grandfather, the one that's a doctor, would change you...into a vampire."
"But how does that actually happen?"
"Well, there is venom. He could either bite you, or inject you with it, and then you'd start to change. A few days later you'll be a whole new you," I explained.
"Can't you do it?" she breathed into my neck, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
"I think it would be less scary if you did it."
