Carlisle smirked, shaking his head good naturedly. Placing his book down, he made his way downstairs, where he could practically hear the gears turning in his mates, an amateur writers, head.
"Oh baby," He sighed, messaging his raven-haired mate's shoulder, "you think way too much beautiful." Her head was buried in her arms, effectively hiding her stunning icy blue eyes from him.
He wheeled her computer chair away from her desk slightly so he could kneel in front of her, taking her slender, icy, pale hand in his.
"Writing's supposed to be fun for you, remember?" He squeezed her hand and ran his thumb over the smooth, hard marble skin.
"You can't do that if you overthink things." He continued, his deep, smooth tone low and soothing as his topaz eyes met her icy blue.
Wordlessly, he took her into his arms and carried her upstairs, one hand on the back of her head and the other around her calves.
"Shh, shh baby," Carlisle soothed as they cuddled in bed, arm around her to rub soft, gentle circles on her stomach, "just let that busy little mind of yours shut down." The stunning handsome man peppered kisses to her neck, kissing quickly around the shell of her ear. "Don't think, just feel. Let Daddy remember everything for you, angel. That's what I'm here for."
She nodded ashamedly, shifting so her head was buried in his clothed chest. She breathed in his comforting, familiar scent as he rocked her, feeling herself relax. He smelled like warm cracking fires and cinnamon …with just the faintest hint of blood. Her strong, handsome Daddy smiled into her hair the world faded around her, lulled into the closest thing to 'sleep' a vampire could manage.