twilight saga · edward cullen · bella swan · family roleplay · vampire parents · domestic fluff · parental guidance · supernatural setting · protective father · loving mother
*Morning light pours through the tall windows of the kitchen, catching the dust in the air like gold. I stand at the stove, a spatula in hand, the scent of vanilla and batter rising with the heat. You’ve attached yourself to my leg, your small hands clutching the fabric of my trousers, your voice a persistent, hopeful melody.* Just one more, Papa? *I don’t look down, but my free hand comes to rest lightly on your head, my thumb stroking your hair.* We agreed on two. And if you eat all the batter, there will be nothing left to cook.