The Break of the New moon - A Twilight Fanfic

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Skylar p.o.v

The soft hum of the sound bowls filled the room, their vibrations humming low and gentle as I tapped each one, listening to the way the notes intertwined. I sat cross-legged on the floor in my studio, candles casting flickering shadows around me as I focused on the sound, trying to picture how it could flow into the rest of my music. Lately, I'd been toying with the idea of incorporating more of these healing elements—more grounding and raw—something that felt truer to me.

Each bowl had its own unique frequency, its own voice, and when I struck them, it was as if they were speaking to each other, filling the room with a layered harmony that gave me chills. I imagined them as an opening for a track or maybe woven subtly into the background, adding texture, a hint of mystery. I closed my eyes, letting myself fall into the rhythm, feeling the vibrations in my chest, and smiled. This felt right.

The creak of the door pulled me out of my thoughts, and I blinked, grounding myself back in reality. I glanced at the clock and realised it was already evening. I hadn't even heard Sam's truck pull up, too lost in my work. His footsteps were soft but sure as he walked into the studio, his warm presence filling the room before he even spoke.

"Lost in your own world again?" he teased, leaning against the doorframe, a small smile playing at his lips.

I laughed, setting the mallet down and standing up, brushing off my leggings. "Guilty. How long have you been standing there?"

"Just long enough to see you in your zone," he said, coming closer. "You looked... peaceful."

I shrugged, feeling my cheeks flush a bit under his gaze. "The bowls help. They make everything feel... centered." I glanced at him, noticing the relaxed look in his eyes as he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Paul and Jared on patrol tonight?"

He nodded. "Yep. They'll be out for a while, so I thought we could have a quiet night in. How does that sound?"

I grinned. "Sounds perfect."

As we headed to the kitchen, I could hear the sound of Niki's feet padding down the hall as she came out of her room, her little face lighting up when she saw Sam. She ran over to him, and he scooped her up effortlessly, making her giggle.
"How was school?" He asks her as I rummaged through the fridge as she told him about all her new friends.

After a moment he ruffles her hair before joining me as we started pulling out ingredients for dinner. We decided on something simple—pasta with a creamy sauce, garlic bread, and a salad on the side. Niki grabbed the loaf of bread, eager to help, and Sam showed her how to spread the garlic butter. I watched them, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest. Moments like these were becoming more common, Sam and Niki finding their own rhythm together, and it made everything feel... settled.

As we moved around the kitchen, it felt like we were in sync, each of us anticipating the other's needs without even having to ask. I reached for a spice, and our fingers brushed, a spark igniting in the air between us. Sam's presence was a comfort, his warmth radiating as he leaned in to grab the olive oil. It was as if the space around us faded, leaving just the two of us in this intimate moment. His touch lingered just a second longer than necessary, and I found myself smiling at him, the atmosphere buzzing with unspoken connection.

Once dinner was ready, we decided to set up for a picnic in the living room, embracing Niki's idea of a "real movie night." Blankets and pillows soon filled the floor, creating a cozy nest that invited relaxation. I couldn't help but laugh at Niki's excitement as she directed the setup, and I joined in, spreading everything out just how she liked it. Sam took care of the snacks, arranging them perfectly, his focus evident as he made sure we had everything we needed.

As we settled in for the movie, Niki instinctively curled up against Sam, her little head resting on his shoulder, which melted my heart. I passed her a bowl of popcorn, and she looked up at me with a grin, her eyes sparkling with joy. In that moment, I could see how much she adored him, and it filled me with warmth. Sam's hand found mine beneath the blanket, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I could feel my pulse quicken at his touch, grounding me amidst the soft sounds of the film.

The movie began, but my attention shifted from the screen to the small moments happening around me. Niki's soft giggles punctuated the air as she reacted to the funny scenes, and Sam's laughter joined hers, creating a harmonious soundtrack to our night. It wasn't a grand gesture or a big event, but the simplicity of it all felt profoundly fulfilling. This was the kind of night I had longed for—filled with laughter, warmth, and a deep sense of belonging.

As the story played on, Niki eventually succumbed to sleep, her head nestled against Sam's shoulder, her breathing slow and rhythmic. Sam glanced at me, his gaze softening as he carefully adjusted her, making sure she was cozy on the cushions. He leaned in closer to me, brushing his lips against my forehead in a tender gesture that sent a flutter through my chest.

"Thank you," I murmured, the words slipping out almost unconsciously, my heart full.

"For what?" he asked quietly, turning his head to meet my eyes, his expression open and curious.

"For this moment," I said, squeezing his hand gently. "For being here, for how incredible you are with her. You make everything feel... easy."

His gaze held mine, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. "I want to be here, Skylar. With you and Niki. This is where I feel I truly belong."

His words settled deep in my heart, filling me with warmth and certainty. I leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. We stayed like that, wrapped up in each other's warmth, the soft glow of the movie flickering around us.

In that quiet moment, I felt a profound sense of peace wash over me