Only Exception || C. Cullen ✓

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She didn't want to like Seth imprinting on Annie— but she also knew that it could have been someone way worse... like Jacob.

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        "Is it safe?" Christina asked as she peaked into the kitchen.

Annie ran through Christina's legs, making the mother blink owlishly. She just ran around the whole backyard, how did her kid still have that much energy?

"It's safe," Carlisle nodded.

Christina sighed before closing the back door behind her. She started digging through the fridge, trying to find something to appease her appetite. She almost pouted as she didn't see anything she cared to eat in the fridge. She peaked in the freezer before a groan left her lips.

"Is that my sweatshirt?" Carlisle asked as he watched the mother walk around the kitchen trying to find something to eat. He became amused as she turned to him with a deadpan expression.

"This is about the only piece of clothing I feel comfortable in," she frowned before going back to looking through the cabinets. "There's almost nothing to eat."

Carlisle snuck up behind Christina, wrapping her in his arms. He rested his hands on her stomach, and his face in the side of her neck. A smirk came to his face as she continued to walk around the kitchen with him wrapped around her; looking for something to eat before grumbling and taking out the chicken from the fridge.

"I guess chicken will be fine," she huffed. "Remind me to ask Seth to take down a deer for me, and bring me home some red meat."

"We're not here to grocery shop for you," Jacob muttered as he walked through the kitchen towards the back door.

"Someone needs to!" She shouted back as the back door closed shut.

He chuckled in her ear, making a familiar fire settling in her gut. A few kicks came to her stomach, kicking both of Carlisle's hands.

"Your child has some powerful legs," Christina grunted as she walked closer to the stove.

She threw the chicken in a pan as Carlisle let go with a laugh. He leaned on the island behind him as he answered, "my child, huh?"

"Yep." Christina popped the 'p' as she glanced at him over her shoulder. "I'm sure he's got your long ass legs."

He chuckled with a shake of his head.

"Keep laughing," she teased. "If this baby comes out over ten pounds, we're gonna throw fists."

Carlisle just laughed louder, as Christina smiled looking down the chicken; missing the sound of his genuine laughter.

Carlisle continued to watch Christina cook the chicken with a grin on his face. Every time she turned around, he would be staring at her with the same smile.

"Grab me three plates, please?" she asked kindly. She turned off the stove as Carlisle did what she asked. He held out the plates to the young mother. "Thank you. Can you find Annie for me, while I try to give some food to Bella?"

"Of course," he murmured. He landed a kiss on the side of her head before disappearing upstairs.

She grabbed onto two plates before walking into the living room. She paused as she watched Edward lean over Bella's stomach as she cried.

"Uh," she cleared her throat. "Should I come back?"

Bella shook her head, a smile gracing her face as she looked to her sister. "No, no. Edward just heard our baby's thoughts."

"Oh, that's handy." Christina gave Bella her dinner as she sat down on the couch. "What's the babe got to say?"

"He likes your voice," Edward commented, looking to Christina. She paused in lifting the piece of chicken to her mouth at Edward's voice. "He recognizes it."

"Wow," she muttered.

"I can hear your baby's mind as well," Edward muttered quietly, paying attention to what he was hearing. "They, uh... don't like the chicken."

Christina deadpanned as she dropped the half eaten chicken back on the plate. "Alright." Bella and Edward chuckled as she slid the plate onto the coffee table. "I give up. I'm finding Seth. I need venison."

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