Esme covered her mouth, bitting into her lip. Don't worry. He's had a lot of time to perfect his art. She'll be fine. She said, trying to reassure herself more then the Pack. She couldn't stand to see another baby die, not after... Esme cut that thought off real quick, stepping close to Rose and Emmett, laying he hand on her 'son's arm.
Emily sat down suddenly, craddling her head in her hands. What am I going to tell her mother? She whispered, then looked up at Quil. How are you feeling? She asked, tear's welling up in her eyes, but she refused to let them go.
Twilight - The Book, by Stephenie Meyer
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