Malia was showing you her other eyes, wanting to be completely honest with you from the start of your relationship.

"They're beautiful," you breathed out at the electric blue color of her eyes, slowly fading back into the brown you initially fell in love with. "But, why are they different from Liam's? Because he was bitten?"

Malia shook her head. "No. Scott told me it was because of what happened with my mom and sister." She still felt a pang in her gut every time she mentioned it, but she didn't want to lie to you. "He said our eyes turn blue when we kill someone innocent."

She was waiting for the recoil, for the look of disappointment or disgust on your face, but there was none to be found.

"It isn't fair, though. You were a kid and didn't know how to control it. You shouldn't have been held accountable for it."

She was speechless for a moment before surging forward, cupping your face and kissing you, hard and passionately. It was long, several moments before you pulled away, breathing shallowly and keeping your eyes closed. "Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?"

"For accepting me."

"I'll always accept you for who you are, Mal."