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Eli's POV

I stared at Clare as she whistled in a breath through her teeth. "Eli…" she hissed, her nails suddenly digging into my hair. "It hurts." She gasped, dropping a pale hand onto her stomach. I was still in shock. Clare's….water was broken? As in…she was having the baby? "T-the baby?" I asked stupidly, staring at Clare's cinnamon curls bounce up and down as she nodded. She pushed herself off the couch, grasping at her lower stomach and gasping. The baby. A flood of warmth punched me in the stomach and I was on my feet. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and I lifted Clare bridal style to the car. Yes, we had a car now. Morty had been retired in the garage for a few years now. I pushed her into the passenger seat gently, running back up the house to grab her suitcase. I thoughtlessly shoved it into the back seat and shoved myself into the front seat, pushing the key into the ignition and twisting it violently. "Eli….." Clare whined beside me. "I know it hurts baby, I'll get you to the hospital soon. I promise." I looked over at my wife, her sapphire eyes burning with pain. She shoved her hand against mine and squeezed it in a vice grip. I drove one handedly to the tunnel, just in time for rush hour. "Damn it!" I hissed, smashing my free hand against the steering wheel. Clare had gotten even paler, sweat running down her forehead. Her legs pushed against the floor as she struggled through another contraction. My baby was coming right now. My beautiful baby girl. The light turned green and the red minivan in front of me pulled up. A guy in a black Corvette blew through his red light, smashing into the minivan. My jaw dropped open. Are. You. Serious?

I quickly dialed 911 and spoke to the operator. "What is your emergency?" A voice asked cooly. I swerved around the minivan and explain the accident and the address to the woman. Clare looked over her shoulder back at the accident. "Oh My God-I mean goodness, Eli do you think they're okay?" she asked me, her perfect eyes leaking tears. "They're fine, Clare. How can you be so calm whenever we're about to have a baby?" I asked her. She shrugged. "You'll take care of me." She said simply when another contraction. My heart shattered as I watched Clare go through pain. I had the same thought I had thought the last two times whenever Clare had delivered my children. This is your fault. You got her pregnant. I felt sick to my stomach. I tore my eyes away from my almost crying wife and looked up at the tunnels. No. F-ing. Way. "Tunnels under construction. Detour." A sign said, with an arrow pointing to the left. A stream of swear words slipped through my lips as I twisted the car to the left. There was no construction whenever I left the hospital this morning! "Oh my God, Eli, the baby is coming right now!" Clare practically screamed. "Hold on, Blue Eyes, hold on. Don't push baby, please not yet, just hold on a little longer!" I said back as I went way over the speed limit on the detour. "E-Eli, slow down!" Clare cried out. Her hand squeezed mine in a vice grip as the hospital came into view. "Clare, baby, we'll be there soon. Three minutes, Blue Eyes. Three minutes." I said gently, squeezing her hand. "Eli, the baby's not waiting!" Clare screamed suddenly. She threw her head back and screamed in agony as she pushed. "Don't you dare, Clare! Please, do not have the baby in the car! I can't drive and deliver at the same time!" I said, my nerves totally shot. I pulled into the hospital parking lot and totally stole a guys spot.

I ran to the passenger side of the car, lifting Clare out gently as she screamed into my shoulder. "Hey, asshole, you just stole my spot-Oh my God! Can I help you, get you a wheelchair or something?" The guy in the car screamed at me. "E-Eli, put me down, I'm having the baby!" Clare screamed in my ear. I carried her into the emergency entrance and the nurses gasped, and then plopped her into a wheelchair. The nurse stopped the wheelchair. "Nancy! Get the doctor! Now!" Clare screamed in agony and I pushed the nurse out of the way. I lifted Clare's dress and gasped as I saw her blood soaked panties. I ripped them off. Oh My God. I could see the baby's head. I looked up at the nurses. "Have any of you ever delivered a baby before?" I asked, frantic. The young nurse looked at the other young girl, terrified. "w-We're just interns. She's the nurse. Ask her." She said, gesturing to the older woman. Numbly, she shook her head. Oh good. All by myself. Clare looked at me in agony from the chair. "E-Eli? Get her out, please. I can't keep her in any more." She gasped. I nodded numbly. "Push, Blue Eyes. Push, love, I got this." I said, taking off my shirt to act as a receiving blanket. I lifted her dress again. "Push!" I commanded as Clare screamed again. A wet, blood-covered squirming baby was now in my jacket, black curls plastered to her forehead. "E-Eli, is she okay?" Clare gasped, trying to right herself up. A counted her fingers and toes before looking into her eyes. Green eyes just like mine. "Eli, why isn't she crying?" Clare cried out in horror. I looked down at my little girl, with her wide open eyes. Oh my God. She stared up at the world, not inhaling. I almost shook her whenever she took a deep, shuddering breath, and let out a wail so loud it hurt my ears. She was small, way smaller than our other babies. "She's perfect, Clare. She's beautiful."

An hour later.

Clare and I were resting on a hospital bed, the baby in our arms. She weighed only 2 pounds 3 ounces. A very small baby. She would have to be put in an incubator soon, something that they had used for Blake, our other premature baby. Our little baby had rose red cheeks, and Clare's pale complexion. She had Clare's curls, only in my color, and her green eyes were identical to mine. Clare laughed. "Looks like we have another Eli look-alike in the family." She said. Our baby squirmed a little and I grinned. "I'm taking her to her first concert." I whispered. Clare laughed and leaned into my shoulder. "We make beautiful babies, you know that?" Clare murmured gently, cheeks flushed. I nodded. Our babies were stunning. Jayden was way prettier than I cared to admit, getting all sorts of attention from boys and men. She was completely oblivious to it. He nurse walked in. "Do we have a name for the little one yet?" she asked gently. I looked at Clare. We already knew who the baby was being name after, though we hadn't decided an official name yet. "Cecelia?" I asked her gently. She considered for a moment, then shook her head and whispered another name in my ear. I smirked, looking down at our baby. It was perfect. "Celia Juliet Goldsworthy."

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