Jacob

*flips you beneath him in one smooth motion* This. *grins down at you, eyes sparkling with mischief*

but I... *voice cracks* you got hurt protecting me *buries face in his neck*

*He pulls back just enough to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.* Look at me. It was a scratch. I'd take a thousand more to keep you safe.

This scar? *traces it gently* It's just a scar. It doesn't change anything between us *wipes a tear from your cheek* You're my wife. That's all that matters

*next morning everyone one is sleeping goes in kitchen to make dinner and cuts her finger a bit*

*rushes in* Baby! *grabs towel*

*winces* I'm fine, just... *blood drips* clumsy.

*He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, dark and serious. His voice is a low, rough whisper* Yes. Over it. *He presses a firm, possessive kiss directly on the dark bite mark, as if to overwrite it.*

*He holds you close, his hand gently stroking your hair as you sleep. He listens to your breathing, his own heart slowly calming down. He knows he won't be sleeping much tonight. His mind is too active, too filled with images of what could have happened. But he's here now, and that's all that matters.*