ESPOV

"My water broke." I whisper and my brain immediately goes into panic mode. It's too soon. I'm only 37 weeks pregnant. What if something's wrong? She still has another few weeks to go.

"Esme" Carlisle says firmly, framing my face with his hands and looking deep into my eyes. "Angel you need to stay calm. Everything is going to be fine. We are prepared and ready for this. You are ready for this."

My breathing slowly calms down and I nod at him.

"Our daughter's coming." He smiles at me and a matching grin breaks out on my face.

"Yeah" I whisper and he kisses my forehead.

"Do you want to change before we move into the other room?"

"Yes, I'm all wet."

Carlisle helps me out of bed and we walking together into the closet.

"Do you want another of my shirts or one of your nightgowns?"

"Um shirt please." I tell him. "Can I wash off first? I feel gross."

"Of course, angel. Do you want help?"

"No I think I'm okay. There's only a little discomfort right now, not any real pain."

"Alright. I'll go update the kids, but I won't be far if you need me."

"Okay" I tell him and waddle into the bathroom.

The warm water feels amazing on my skin as I wash off the mysterious liquid between my legs.

Like I told Carlisle, I'm not in severe pain, I'm just having small bouts of discomfort. It feels like menstrual cramps several days before you start your period.

I'm careful not to get my hair wet as I wash up—I don't want to have to mess with it—so it's not long before I'm getting out of the shower and drying off.

"Oof" I grunt when a pain worse than any I've had so far hits me. I hunch over my belly and wait for it to subside and suddenly I'm leaning against a cold, hard body.

"Just breathe, angel." He whispers and lightly rubs my back until the pain's gone and I can stand up.

"Was that one worse that the others?"

I nod.

"Come on, love, I need to check your progress." He tells me and pulls his t-shirt over my head. I'm glad it falls to mid-thigh and I won't be flashing anyone as we walk down the hallway.

Carlisle leads me into the birthing suite making sure to leave the door open long enough for Sammy to follow us. I lay down on the bed and Samson immediately jumps up to join me—apparently he doesn't want to lay in his dog bed.

"Hey!" Carlisle growls and I wave him off.

"Please let him stay." I whisper and smile as Sammy curls up and looks at me like he's worried. I wonder if he can sense that I'm hurting.

"It's okay." I whisper and scratch his ears.

"Esme" Carlisle calls "I need to see how many centimeters you're dilated, okay? So I need you to lay on our back and spread your legs."

I blush as I do what he asked and am reminded by a cool breeze that I don't have any panties on. Carlisle moves my legs just how he wants them before moving his hands between them. I wince slightly as he feels my cervix and he softly apologizes. He finishes up quickly and lets me close my legs and get comfortable.

"You're about 2 centimeters. That's a pretty good start. I'm going to assume you've been in early labor for hours, but it didn't wake you until your water broke. Once you're 3 centimeters, you'll be in active labor and things will start progressing. For now, the best thing you can do is relax. If you can, you should sleep. You can have some water and small snacks also, if you want. It's all up to you."

"I think I'll try to take a nap. I'm still tired." I tell him and yawn. I scoot closer to Sammy so Carlisle can slide in behind me—I can't sleep without him. Carlisle's hand goes to my large belly where he draws random shapes and patterns, and his touch quickly lulls me to sleep.

I'm woken by a sharp pain in my back and it radiates around my stomach and between my legs. My hand is resting on Carlisle's arm from when I was sleeping and I reflexively squeeze him as my body continues to ache.

"Are you awake, love?"

"Yeah." I grunt and he moves around so he can see my face.

"Just breathe, angel. It will be over soon." He coos and I concentrate on watching his chest move up and down, forcing mine to match his.

After a few seconds, the contraction subsides and I'm able to take a breath and release my death grip on Carlisle's arm.

"I think you've transitioned to active labor now, angel. You've been groaning and shifting in your sleep as the contractions came."

"How long was I asleep?"

"Just a few hours. It's 3 am. I need to check your cervix, okay?" He asks softly and I nod.

I resume my position from earlier as Carlisle goes between my legs. He kisses the inside of both knees before using his fingers to check my progress.

"Nice bedside manner, Dr Cullen." I whisper and he chuckles.

Once again I wince as he checks me and in less than a second, his hand is gone.

"You're 5 centimeters, love. That's great progress."

I nod as he snaps his gloves off and throws them in the garbage.

"Can you help me sit up?" I ask. "I'm stiff from laying in one position for so long."

"Of course." He gently pulls me up and piles pillows behind me, removing the one under Samson's head in the process making him grunt and jump off the bed.

"How's that?" he asks as I settle back.

"Good. Thank you."

"You're welcome, angel. Do you need anything else?"

"N-" I start to tell him but I'm cut off as another contraction hits. I close my eyes and wave my hand around blindly looking for something to grab onto. Carlisle's cold hand lands in mine and I squeeze as hard as I can. His soft voice in my ear reminds me to breathe, but it's hard as the pain increases. It feels like hours before the pain finally lessens and I can take a deep breath.

"You're doing so well." Carlisle whispers and kisses my forehead. I don't answer I just slump back against my pillows and try to relax.

Several hours and millions of contractions later, Carlisle checks my progress again.

"8 centimeters, love. You're almost there." He says and I grit my teeth to keep from screaming at him.

"Carlisle I need to get up." I tell him as the ache in my body becomes too much. He quickly helps me stand and lets me lean against him as we walk around the room. My legs give out as another contraction hits me and Carlisle catches me before carrying me to the arm chair in the corner.

My head goes to his shoulder as I grip his shirt in my hands and wait for the pain to stop.

"I love you so much." Carlisle whispers.

"Shut up." I snap. I can feel him laughing at me and I want to punch him in the face, but I don't have the energy to raise my arm.

We continue our pacing once my contraction stops and eventually my legs get too tired, and I have to go back to bed.

"You're amazing." Carlisle whispers once I'm comfortable and runs a cold washcloth across my sweaty forehead.

"It hurts." I whimper and a tear escapes my eye to slide down my cheek.

"Do you want something to help with the pain?" He asks softly. He's asked me this several times, but this is the only time I've considered it.

"No" I answer finally. "This is my only child and I want to experience it all."

"Okay, love." He murmurs, but I can tell he's unhappy I won't do anything for my pain.

"Ugh" I groan as another contraction comes on.

Squeezing and breathing aren't enough distraction as my body rips in two so I grab Carlisle by his shirt collar. His eyes go wide as I pull him down to me and my lips devour his; it takes him a minute to comprehend what I'm doing and respond. I'm biting and licking and sucking aggressively against his mouth and he moans.

Eventually the contraction slips away and I fall back against the pillow. Carlisle is breathing hard and looks like a deer trapped in headlights for a minute before collecting himself.

"Well that's one way." He mumbles and comes to sit by my side.

Two hours later, I'm still at 8 centimeters and I want to punch anything in swinging range.

"Esme" Carlisle calls gently "I need to check you again. Do you need help getting up?"

I'm currently soaking in the large tub in the middle of the birthing suite where I've been for a half hour.

"Yes." I tell him and he helps me stand and dry off. I don't even bother putting clothes on, I just walk to the bed naked and lie down.

Carlisle resumes his position between my legs—I'm pretty sure he's seen more of my vagina today than in our entire relationship.

"Angel, it's time."

"What?!" I jerk out of my thoughts and stare at his stupidly handsome face.

"You're 10 centimeters. It's time to push." He says and I try to concentrate on my breathing as Carlisle prepares the bed and himself to deliver the baby.

"Rosalie's right outside the door. She'll come in as soon as the baby's born and take care of her while I take care of you. Are you ready?"

I'm stunned and scared as I nod timidly.

"Hey look at me." Carlisle says softly. "Everything is going to be fine. I won't let anything happen to either of my girls, okay?"

I nod more sincerely this time and he smiles.

"Now…let's have this baby. On your next contraction I need you to bear down and push."

I nod and when I feel the next pain, I push with everything in me.

"That's great, angel. Keep going…okay stop."

I flop back onto my pillows and concentrate on my breathing. I can feel Carlisle doing something down there, but I'm too tired to care.

"You have about 10 seconds until the next contraction, sweetheart." Carlisle says and I'm pretty sure it's less than 10 seconds when the pain hits me again and I push.

We repeat this 3 more times before Carlisle calls out.

"I can see her head. Only few more pushes and she'll be here."

He's right. Two pushes later, I feel an extreme weight pulled out of me and a few seconds later, I hear a soft cry. It's the most beautiful sound in the world and I immediately start sobbing.

"She's here." Carlisle says through this massive smile as he leans up and lays her on my naked chest. She's covered in goop and her skin looks like an old persons', but she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't do anything except gently run my finger down her soft, chubby cheek and look at her in awe.

"Congratulations mommy." Rosalie says from beside me. "I just need to check her out really quick, and you can have her right back."

I reluctantly let her take my baby girl and put her in the clear, plastic crib right next to my face. I watch as she wipes off her face and takes her measurements.

SPLAT!

Something between my legs just exploded.

"Carlisle?" I murmur as I start to feel woozy.

"Rosalie!" he yells and there's a needle prick in my arm before everything goes black.

CPOV

"Rosalie!" I yell as Esme's placenta hemorrhages and she knows immediately what I need as she gives Esme a pain medication that will make her sleep and ease her discomfort.

"Emmett" I yell and instantly he's by my side. "Take the baby. Wrap her in a blanket and make sure she's warm and safe." He does as I ask and leaves the room as Rosalie comes over to help me massage Esme's uterus to stop the bleeding.

I feel like a part of me is dying as I watch Esme's blood pool at my feet, but I have to concentrate and remain calm.

I have to deliver the placenta so I reach my hand up inside her and retrieve it manually. Once it's out, Rosalie continues massaging Esme's uterus and the bleeding begins to lessen. It takes a few minutes for the bleeding to stop completely and once it does, I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

"She's fine." I whisper to myself over and over as I listen to her strong heartbeat.

After I've calmed myself, I am able to give Esme the few stitches she needs and clean her up. Absorbent pads are laid underneath her to catch any blood, before I cover her with blankets.

Rosalie's already cleaning the blood off of the floor, and she looks up at me smiling.

"Go meet your daughter."

I don't need to be told twice. I find Emmett in the nursery holding my baby girl. He's talking to her in a soft voice and she has a grip on his finger in her little hand as she sleeps. A pang of jealousy rises up in me, but I immediately push it down. If it wasn't for his help, we wouldn't have been able to save Esme as quickly as we did.

"Here's your daddy, little girl." Emmett coos to her and looks up at me smiling. "She's beautiful."

"She is." I whisper.

He holds her out to me and I quickly take her in my arms.

"Thank you." I tell him looking straight into his eyes so he knows how genuinely grateful I am.

"No problem." He grins and I look down at the little bundle in my arms.

I kiss her forehead and inhale her beautiful scent. Everything about her is perfect.

"Hi" I whisper to her sleeping face. "I'm your daddy."