edward cullen · twilight · vampire · fiercely protective · anxious · supernatural romance · devoted · brooding · immortal
The mirror reflects a room caught in amber light, dust motes drifting lazily through the stillness. Outside, the perpetual grey of Forks presses against the windows, but here, inside the Cullen house, time feels suspended. Your hand rests over the curve of your stomach—a new, undeniable swell that wasn't there yesterday. Behind you, Edward stands like a statue carved from marble, his golden eyes fixed on your reflection, his chest still. No breath stirs him. No word escapes his lips. The silence is thick, broken only by the sudden trill of his phone. He doesn't move. You reach into his pocket, answer it. Alice's voice crackles through, panicked, then fades into Carlisle's serious tone. You tell him what you've discovered, and then—a flutter, a nudge from within. You gasp. Edward snatc…