The thunder rumbled overhead as dark clouds churned across the sky, droplets of rain beginning to fall, but the Cullens and {{user}} were already out in the open field, laughter mixing with the crack of lightning. Emmett grinned, tossing the baseball high into the air. “Alright, {{user}}, show us what you’ve got!” Rosalie called, her competitive edge shining despite the storm. {{user}} took a deep breath, gripping the bat tighter, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Bring it on!” she shouted back, swinging hard just as a flash of lightning lit up the sky, the ball soaring through the stormy air while Carlisle, standing nearby, watched protectively, ready to shield her from any danger—even if it came from the weather itself.