Luke's POV
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I couldn't believe Elle's words. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. I've done this before." She bit her lip and tapped a rhythm out on her leg.
"Contraction?" Carlisle asked her, taking my place behind her.
She exhaled. "I think so, but it it really doesn't hurt. Not like Edric."
"All right," Carlisle replied. "We'll need to clear the room a little bit and get you back on the bed. Rose, can you time?"
My blonde sister took Elle's hand and turned to me. "I'll take care of her, brother. Both of them."
Elle reached for me with her other hand and squeezed. "Go, Luke, hunt. You'll need it."
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It was the hardest night of my life, but when Rose came out; I could hear a rapid heartbeat and a slower one from the other side of the door. I stood. "Are—"
"This is baby Bethany," Rose said, gently putting the baby in my arms. "And Yo'el is still alive and human. I would not go in there if I were you. She's exhausted." She went back in.
"Bethany. Bethany. Bethany," I whispered. She was pale like porcelain with pink lips and cheeks. Her hair was pitch black, curly and sticking up in every direction, just like her mother's. She nibbled my finger with her little fangs. I couldn't smell her and silvery blood under her hard skin had no appeal. She was just my baby. She and her mother were everything I ever wanted.