Sunlight poured down through the arching boughs, painting shifting gold across soft moss and wildflowers. Here, hidden away from prying eyes and lingering shadows, Alex, Alice, and Rosalie savored a rare day off—a pocket of peace hard-earned after the chaos that followed Bella's ordeal, the events mirroring the end of the only Twilight movie Alex had ever watched.
They wandered with no destination, letting Alice's instinct for beauty lead them from one sunlit glade to another. Eventually, Rosalie declared a hollow between ancient trees "perfect" for a picnic. The blanket they spread was bright, the basket overflowing—fresh pastries, ripe fruit, flaky croissants, and steaming coffee.
Alice was radiant, humming as she artfully arranged plates along the blanket's edge. Rosalie, so often an icon of elegant reserve, laughed at one of Alex's dry jokes, her eyes softer and brighter in the slanting light.
Alex poured his coffee, inhaling the rich aroma. Watching Rosalie and Alice, a gentle idea bloomed inside him—a gift he could give to those he cared for.
Rosalie, ever candid, eyed the pastries with longing. "I wish I could taste these again. The texture is something, sure, but the flavor…it feels like a memory, something lost in time." Her voice was gentle, honest—a thread of wistfulness shining through.
Alice cradled a croissant, adding, "It's strange, missing food. I remember the joy of apple pie, the burn of cinnamon. Now, it's only texture, temperature—never the real taste."
Alex grinned, conspiratorial. "If you really want to try, I can make it happen. You both know I have some pretty wild powers," he teased, eyes dancing. "But only if you want it—no forcing here."
Alice and Rosalie stared at him in disbelief. "You mean—actually anything? Like we could live like humans, eat like humans, for real?" Rosalie pressed.
Alex nodded, reaching out. Golden energy sparked from his fingertips, swirling lazily before settling over Rosalie and Alice like warm sunlight—gentle, potent, full of promise. "Go ahead," he encouraged softly.
"Eat and drink like you did when you were human. You won't lose your vampiric powers or strength. You're just… more. Special, really."
Alice broke into a delighted laugh. "Alex, I'm going to kiss you to death right now." She threw her arms around his neck, pressing a joyful, lingering kiss to his lips—full of surprise and gratitude.
Rosalie tried a cherry tart, gasped, and closed her eyes in joy as flavor flooded her senses. For a heartbeat, her poise melted into pure awe. "Oh my god," she whispered.
"It's real. I taste everything." Reverence vibrated through her words. "Alex, you're unreal."
Alice giggled, licking powdered sugar from her lips. "Try the tea," she urged, passing the mug to Rosalie.
Rosalie sipped; warmth and sweetness slid over her tongue. She looked up at Alex with honest gratitude, vulnerability shining through her usual armor. "Thank you," she murmured. "You gave us back something I thought I'd lost forever."
Alex shrugged, his grin casual and warm. "You should have choices. Eat, drink—or hunt, if you want. Take what you need, enjoy what you love." He pressed a gentle kiss to Rosalie's lips, earning a shy smile.
Alice, sunlight catching her tousled hair, stretched back on the blanket. "We could go for ice cream—cakes in town! Imagine the culinary possibilities."
Rosalie laughed, shaking her head. "You'd bankrupt Forks on desserts alone, Alice." She nudged Alex playfully.
Alice rolled onto her elbows, gazing at Rosalie and Alex with open adoration. "I feel… almost human. But I'm still me. The strength, the speed—they're all still there. It's like having everything I missed and everything I am, together."
Rosalie finished her pastry slowly, smile wistful. "I used to dream of being human again. Now, I think I'd rather be both. I can taste and touch, but never be fragile. You made us possible, Alex."
Alex's smile softened. "That's exactly it. You don't have to be just one thing anymore."
The afternoon lingered. Alice invented wild combinations of pastries and tea, daring Rosalie to chase her for orchard apples, laughter punctuating their joy. Rosalie shared memories of old family dinners, painting vivid scenes of a world Alex had never known. Her stories colored the air, deepening the sense of belonging.
Alex conjured harmless illusions for their amusement—rainbows drifting between branches, glitter swirling in Rosalie's braid, and sunlight flickering with fireflies. Alice clapped, eyes alight with wonder, while Rosalie met him with a rare tenderness.
As the sun dipped below the trees, their blanket became a haven for dreams and gentle truths. Alice whispered plans for future adventures; Rosalie smiled, unburdened by regrets, content in the fragile peace. Alex watched them both glow with happiness, feeling a deeper peace than ever before.
Man, I never thought I'd date two amazing women at once—it's like a dream I never want to wake from, Alex mused inwardly, a grin tugging at his lips.
Rosalie gazed up at the blazing sky. "It all feels like a dream. I never thought I'd share my mate with someone, or even know who my mate is." Her voice was soft, honest.
Alice squeezed their hands, a gentle smile curving her lips. "I never imagined sharing my mate with Rosalie, either—but after seeing you in my visions, Alex, I just knew. Everything would be alright."
Alex smirked playfully. "What can I say? I'm charming. Girls can't help falling for me."
Rosalie and Alice laughed, speaking in perfect sync. "Not that we'd let any vixen get near you."
The laughter drifted in the fading light, all barriers broken. Love, trust, and magic mixed freely—three hearts twined together, stronger and more human than ever.
As the sunlight faded into the gentle glow of evening, laughter and soft conversation lingered in the air long after the pastries were gone. Alex lay back, content, stealing glances at Alice and Rosalie—wondering how this sense of comfort, connection, and happiness had come to feel so natural.
Then, as dusk crept in and the first stars blinked overhead, Alice caught his gaze with a knowing, mischievous smile. "Well, Alex," she said, her tone playful but conspiratorial, "Rosalie and I have one surprise. Something we've been planning for a while."
Rosalie leaned closer, her voice low and quiet, but filled with promise. "Come with us. Just for tonight—we want to make it special."
Alex's eyes widened a fraction, heart fluttering with anticipation. "You two are full of secrets today."
Alice reached for his hand, squeezing gently, her touch tingling with warmth. "Trust us. After all you've given us, we'd like to give something back."
Leaving the quiet grove behind, the trio made their way through the fading twilight, laughter echoing as they walked. Rosalie intertwined her fingers with Alex's, while Alice pressed close on his other side. The world felt hushed, brimming with expectation.
They arrived at Alex's place—familiar, yet different in the evening light. Alice and Rosalie exchanged a glance, sharing a secret only they knew.
Rosalie paused at the door, her golden hair catching the last blush of sunset. "Let us take care of everything. Tonight is for you."
Inside, soft lights glimmered, casting a gentle warmth over the room. Alice quickly set a playlist of low, sultry music; Rosalie pulled out a bottle of wine and three glasses, pouring and handing Alex one with a sly smile. It was clear—from their gestures, sparkling eyes, and gentle touches—that something more intimate was about to unfold.
Alex felt his nerves and excitement spark, watching them move with a free, confident joy that invited him in. This wasn't just a possibility—it was a moment for me--- celebration of the three of them, together.
As the last chords of music entwined with the night, Alice and Rosalie drew Alex close, their intentions unmistakable. "Tonight," Alice whispered, tracing her fingers along his jaw, "is just the beginning."
Rosalie leaned in, her lips teasing his ear. "Let go, Alex. With us, you can."
Wrapped in newfound desire and the warmth of two hearts, Alex knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.
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