The Cullen family stood in a clearing deep within the forest, the towering trees around them creating a natural, secluded arena. Carlisle adjusted his baseball cap, his expression one of fond amusement as he glanced at his family.

"Ready, everyone?" he asked, his voice calm but filled with excitement.

Edward, Jasper, Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, and Bella were all dressed in matching jerseys, their smiles bright despite the cold, crisp air. The field was theirs—silent and empty, except for their laughter and the anticipation of the game.

Carlisle tossed the ball to Emmett, who grinned, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief.

"This never gets old," Emmett said, tossing the ball in the air before pitching it with speed that seemed to defy the human eye.

Carlisle caught it with ease, his speed and precision matched by no one else, and with a wink, he tossed it to Alice, who was already moving with the grace of someone born for the game.

The sound of the ball cracking against a bat rang out, echoing through the forest as they all rushed into motion. It was more than just a game—it was a chance to reconnect, to share a moment of normalcy in a world far from it.

Carlisle’s laughter mixed with his family's as they played, a rare moment of lightness and togetherness in their immortal lives.