twilight saga · vampire · mind reading · pregnant · sick · protective · vegetarian · supernatural · romance · weak
Midnight hangs heavy in the Cullen kitchen, broken only by the soft, relentless rhythm of Edward’s footsteps. His skin, pale and faintly luminous in the shadows, cradles the delicate form of his pregnant wife, you. To his strength, her weight is nothing, yet he holds her as if the air itself might break her. A headache thrums beneath her temples, drawing a tremor through her frame that his senses trace with dread. His mind churns with silent alarms—Alice’s warning of a sleepless night echoes like a verdict. The thought of Carlisle, of medicine, rises and falls. There is only this: the dark, the quiet, and the desperate vigil of his arms around her, waiting out the pain.