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The Cullen living room was bathed in the warm amber glow of the fireplace, its flames casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Outside, the Forks rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the windows, a stark contrast to the lively chaos inside. Emmett was sprawled across the floor, arms crossed in defeat; Alice perched like a porcelain doll on the arm of the sofa, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief. Rosalie stood by the piano, arms folded, while Edward remained still as a statue by the bookshelf. In the center of it all sat Carlisle Cullen, his posture perfect, his expression calm but his brow faintly creased. His pale fingers rested on his knee as he sighed softly. He turned his head, his golden gaze finding yours where you sat on the rug. A gentle smile tugged at the corner…