**This chapter contains content from True Blood, so all credit to Charlaine Harris, HBO, Alan Ball, and any other shareholds. There is no copyright infringement intended**
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The day of the baby’s funeral came a little too quickly for Wendy & Edward. Edward made all of the arrangements with Harry’s help. It was tough; Edward was trying to hold himself together for Wendy, like Harry instructed, but he just couldn’t. This was too hard. It was too hard on everyone. Wendy’s parents flew out immediately and had been there to help console their daughter. They were just as devastated as their daughter, although Wendy’s mother was a big help because she knew how something like this felt.
The funeral was private, with just Edward’s parents, Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall, Zayn, Wendy’s parents, Sophia, and Daniel. Wendy didn’t even listen to the minister giving the sermon; her eyes were glued to that tiny little white coffin and she was trembling with grief. She and Edward were holding onto each other, sobbing quietly. Daniel reached over to put a hand on Edward’s shoulder, and Louis rubbed Wendy’s back soothingly. She and Edward would’ve named her Isabella Ruth Styles and that was the name they were putting on the headstone.
After the funeral, Wendy just got on her knees, sobbing, in front of the coffin. Edward knelt down beside of her, hugging her, kissing her hair. Daniel knelt next to her, pulling her into his arms, soothing her gently. Harry took Edward in his arms, letting him sob loudly and openly on his shoulder.
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Two months later, Edward found Wendy on the couch, watching True Blood on TV. She was laying on the couch, covered up with a blanket, laying on her side. Her long blonde hair was shining in the mid-afternoon sunlight pouring through the window and Edward sighed sadly. They were still mourning the loss of their daughter greatly, but there was something Edward wanted to ask Wendy. They hadn’t had sex since she miscarried, but Edward was ready again. Only if Wendy was, that is. He missed Isabella so damn much, but he knew they would have kids someday, even if it wouldn’t be the same without Isabella. That was kind of what Edward wanted to talk to her about.
“Hey, babe,” Edward said from the doorway just as Wendy’s favorite character, Alcide Herveaux, popped up on screen, his shirt off and muscles flexing as usual.
Wendy turned around, smiling warmly at Edward. “Hey! I thought you were taking a nap?”
“I tried,” Edward said. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh,” Wendy said, looking back at a shirtless Alcide on the screen. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to talk to you, actually,” Edward said. He then smirked and teased, “Could you take your eyes off of the sexy-as fuck-werewolf for five seconds, please?”
Wendy laughed. “Oh, you were staring, too. Don’t deny it.”
“Babe, every time I watch this show with you, all I’m looking at are the hot guys,” Edward said as Wendy sat up, giving Edward room to sit. He did. “Seriously. Jason, Eric, Alcide, Sam, Hoyt...they’re ALL hot.”
Wendy giggled. “Yeah, totally. Hoyt reminds me a lot of you, you know. You’re both so damn sweet.”
Edward smiled, then turned the TV off. Wendy looked at him and he took a deep breath. “Wendy...I want to talk to you about....the fact that we haven’t had sex in two months.”
Wendy looked down. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry about that. Really.”
“Hey, hey,” Edward said gently. “There’s no need to be sorry about anything.”
