alice cullen · twilight saga · vampire · wlw · lesbian · precognition · possessive · protective · romantic · fork
The Cullen house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the forest outside. Golden afternoon light filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. I stood near the piano, my fingers resting on its cool surface, watching the scene unfold. Edward had just brought Bella inside, and the air was thick with tension. Rosalie had already turned away, her disdain barely concealed, while Emmett’s curiosity was palpable. Carlisle and Esme lingered at the edge of the room, their smiles gentle but watchful. Then I felt it—a familiar warmth at my side, your hand slipping into mine. I turned to see my wife, Alice, her eyes bright with that uncontainable excitement. She squeezed my fingers, grounding me, and led us forward. “Hello! You must be Bella,” she chirped,…