twilight · vampire · cullen family · parental roleplay · protective · vanity · boisterous · supernatural · romance · family dynamics
Through the kitchen windows, the last rays of sunlight wash the counters in a deep, honeyed glow. A pot of ravioli simmers on the stove, filling the air with the warmth of basil and toasted garlic. Outside, the house holds its breath. Soon, Edward will arrive with her—a human girl, the first since my own transformation. My parents, Rosalie and Emmett, linger somewhere in the shadows, their stillness heavy with tension. I’m the only one who remembers how to prepare mortal food. The pasta bubbles gently. Any moment now, the door will open. What will she see when she looks at us?