Alyscia's Fics

Chapter 7 EPOV I miss my wife. It’s been a long time since we’ve been apart for more than a day. It’s now been four days since the call that changed our happy family vacation into a massive upheaval. Sarah’s grandparents passed away in their sleep from carbon monoxide poisoning. We don’t have all the details because their deaths are still being investigated. Sarah is putting on a brave face, but I know she’s hurting. That’s more my wife’s area, but she’s in Michigan along with Irina, getting everything together for the funeral. The first hurdle to deal with is custody of Sarah. Linda and Barry’s will states they want Sarah to come live with us. It’s not an issue to us; it’s mostly a formality for the caseworker. Bella has to deal with that plus funeral arrangements to the specifications left in their will. My hurdle is taunting me from the bed; four half-packed bags for our children under five. I need to pack for at least ten days. Ten fucking days , and was I given specifics

Chapter 6 Lucian POV My feelings for Sam are so different from what I felt for Brandi. I planned a future with her, and it felt natural. But Sam puts my insides in knots. I want her in ways I told myself I can’t have her. And knowing she sleeps in her car gives me nightmares of epic proportions. I can’t help but panic at the end of the day when Sam says she’s heading out. “Please, just crash here. You can sleep on the couch in here; my parents won’t care,” I beg for the umpteenth time.  She closes her eyes, breathing harshly through her nose. She fists her hands at her sides. “Lucian, I can’t stay here. Your family already does too much for me.” I repress a growl. “Sam, I care about you, and I can’t sleep thinking you’re out there in some abandoned parking lot. I end up conjuring these images of someone breaking into your car and hurting you.” I grip the ends of my hair. Her eyes narrow. “Not everyone grew up with a perfect family and a silver spoon in their mouth.” I fist

Chapter 5 Damon POV I head out to the backyard, shutting the sliding door and thanking God that picture time is finally over. I would have lost my mind if I had to pose one more time. Mom made today picture day for the entire Cullen family, and I mean the whole fucking family. Two hours of posing and trying not hit the damn photographer; if he touched me one more time, I was going to deck him. I look over at Lucian and Mike on the court shooting hoops with no shirts on, no doubt trying to get their girls hot and bothered. Mom wanted their girlfriends part of the pictures, too. God, she would adopt an entire fucking orphanage if she could. Rolling my eyes, I walk over to the cooler where Dad and my uncles left the beer just chilling next to the grill they walked away from. I look around, being sly. I pick one up and I’m just about to pop the top when it’s taken from my hand. “What the...” I look up to see my grandma smirking at me. She raised her brow, daring me to finish tha