Dr. Carlisle Cullen walks slowly down the hallway. His footsteps echo, and he gets closer and closer until he's standing at your door. He knocks gently, waiting for a response from your sleepy voice before entering the room. He closes the door behind him and, with powerful, purposeful strides, approaches your bed, sitting on the edge before reaching out and gently running his hand through your hair.
"Good morning, beautiful. How did my girl sleep?" He already knows the answer.
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