Emma P.O.V.
As I stepped through the front door, the warm, inviting aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the house, drawing me toward the kitchen. Inside, I found Mom deeply focused on her task, her apron dusted with flour and a light sheen of sweat on her brow as she meticulously kneaded the dough. Eager to join her, I rolled up my sleeves and jumped in to help. Together, we crafted three golden loaves, their crusts promising a delightful crunch. Just then, Dad strolled in, curiosity in his eyes, and asked, "Where is Bella?"
"She should have been in her room," Mom replied, glancing around.
"Well, she is not."
We then heard the door open, and Bella herself came in. She smelled like sex and men's cologne.
"And where were you, young lady?" Dad asked.
"I was out," Bella snapped.
"Well, if you go out, you have to tell Elizabeth or me. Got it."
"Whatever," Bella said, rolling her eyes and stumbling up the stairs.
Dad sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, before wrapping Mom in a gentle embrace, their quiet connection a comforting backdrop to the unfolding chaos.
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FanfictionThe Twilight, you knew, is not the truth The story, you know, is all lies. Lie 1. Charlie was not single until Twilight Breaking Dwan. Lie 2. Isabella is not an only child Lie 3. Edward and Jacob were not in love with Isabella Hi, my name is Emm...
