"I'm on my way, Danni." Over the phone, Carlisle Cullen instructed the very pregnant vampire to settle herself upon a blanket on the floor--with pillows--and promsied to be there soon. As it was, he was gliding through the kitchen, scooping up his keys from atop the counter, and grabbing his bag as he galloped down the garage steps and strode to his car.

Carlisle had, since after Renesmee's birth (an event for which he was not present), had delivered a few supernatural children. He had a basic idea of what to expect. That didn't mean that it would go the way they intended--every woman was different--but one could hope.

The drive in itself took enough time to concern Carlisle, but he reassured himself that Danni-Lynn was vampire; that she could handle this. It was more a matter of allowing the child a way out than any major risk to Danni-Lynn's safety. She would not, and could not die.

Brittle branches, blown into the road by the wind, crunched under the sleek back Mercedes' wheels as he pulled onto La Push Road. He glanced at his bag, parked upon the shoulder, and made his way up to knock upon the door. He tested the handle--when it turned under his hand, he gently pushed the door open with the tips of his fingers.

"Danni-Lynn?" He called, stepping just inside and closing the door behind him. "It's Carlisle Cullen."

The corners of Carlisle's mouth twitched suggestively, but he bit back the chuckle that inhabited his throat out of civilness and walked precisely through the house until he had located Danni-Lynn. He moved to her slide in a stereotypical vampiric flash, setting his bag down upon the couch.

"Can you specifically pinpoint where the pain is, Danni? About how long is it in between each time it increases? Or is it a constant? " Carlisle pressed a hand gently to Danni's stomach, in a purely clinical way, judging the position of the baby, whether the infant was moving around a lot, and it what direction it might be going. He pulled a stethoscope from his bag and placed it against her stomach, closing his eyes to listen to the racing, but steady heartbeat of the hybrid child within. A human doctor would not be capable of that feat, not easily, but then again, Carlisle wasn't human.

Which is why he was there, rather than any of his coworkers.

The blond vampire glanced about the house. He could not sense any other presence but their own, but that didn't mean Atley wasn't around. Or on his way home. Carlisle's golden eyes glided back to Danni, and he stood and briefly vanished, returning with hands smelling faintly of fresh soap.

"Where is Atley?" He asked as he knelt down by Danni again. "Settle back, Danni. Are you comfortable enough?" He was all-business and calm, radiating that sense rather than amusement or the like. Having a child, from what he understood and had seen, was an extremely painful process. To say the least.

Carlisle placed a hand upon Atley's elbow. "She will be fine," he reassured the father-to-be, before refocusing his attentions upon Danni-Lynn and her soon-to-be-birthed child. Another contraction hit, and he began mentally counting as soon as it seemed to have passed. If the time was short, the baby was getting ready.

"It is important to know where your pain is located, because the child has two choices--the conventional way, or through your abdominal wall. All evidence points towards a conventional birth, though. That's a good sign." The vampire doctor took Danni's feet and placed them upon his shoulders--a makeshift stirrup, if you will. It helped that he was a vampire, since he was likely to hold his ground better than a human would, but it did not help that Danni was vampire, too.

They would make do.

"Danni," Carlisle said, subtly interrupting the conversation between Atley and Danni-Lynn. "When I say go, I want you to push as hard as you can. I will count to ten--then you can stop and take a breather and we'll repeat the process. Atley, please support Danni's shoulders and help her breathe." The vampire's golden eyes flicked up to Danni-Lynn's pale face. "Ready?"

He waited, waited for the next contraction to hit. It did, and he said, sternly, "Go." He counted out loud for Danni-Lynn's sake, speaking each number loudly, clearly, and slowly.

The corners of Carlisle's mouth quirked slightly in the vaguest hint of a smile. He kept his expression at a baseline calm as he counted instead of showing it. Calm and diligence were required--laughter and smiles could be saved for when the baby was born.

Dani's first push was strong, Carlisle wouldn't lie. But she stopped too soon. The vampiric doctor gave his patient a stern look. Carlisle wasn't angry--the man never seemed to become infuriated for any reason--but he was taking things seriously, as doctors are, well, wont to do. "You need to push until I'm done counting. The more you do, the faster this baby will be born."

He patted her gently on the knee and waited, signaling for her to push again when the next contraction came. With any luck, the baby would crown on this run--especially if Dani gave it her all and pushed all the way to ten. "One... two... three..."

Carlisle glanced briefly at Atley, to see how the shapeshifter was holding up. He had no doubt of the man's stability or strength in the situation, but he had heard a few bones snapping... the strength of a vampire who wasn't holding back was not to be trifled with, though neither Atley nor Dani meant or expected it. Human wives snapping their human husband's fingers were not unheard of--the supernaturals, then, were no exception.

Danni-Lynn winced in discomfort as Atley moved her the slightest bit, though refrained from quite literally biting his head off. That would require moving, and she was in no position or state of mind to be doing that right now. Instead, she fought off the urge to ask him to go away. The heat from his body wasn't as comforting as it usually was, especially with her lower body practically burning in pain, though the comfort of him just being there was more than enough.

She let out a deep sigh at Carlisle's words. "You count too slow..." She wondered if he did that on purpose, or if it was even completely necessary. Then again, she wasn't anywhere near a doctor, so it wasn't really her call, despite how painful and uncomfortable it was.

When he had signaled for her to start pushing again, Danni-Lynn shook her head in disbelief. Completely shocked at how little time she had between contractions.

Still, the blond took a deep breath and began to push. Her hand clamping down onto Atley's once again with a little too much strength.

"Count. FASTER." Her practically screamed words were through gritted teeth as she continued to push while Carlisle counted out loud. The girl practically shrieking in both pain and frustration up until she felt the contraction ease in intensity and eventually stop.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced down at Carlisle. An obvious hope across her face.

"Am I done?"

"One more time," Carlisle commanded softly, and proceeded to count once again. He had had his fair share of mothers in all states of disarray, and thus, Danni's reaction to the whole process did not phase him. Instead, he kept a gentle, but very restrained, smile open his face and stuck to the task at hand.

At five, the baby was out.

Carlisle sat back, holding the child in his hands, and letting Danni settle back.

The infant gave a bloodcurdling cry as soon as she was free, her sharp little white teeth standing out against her pale pink gums. Carlisle worked quickly, efficiently, to cut the umbilical cord and swath the child in a towel. She seemed in perfect health--all ten fingers and toes, a healthy set of lungs, and a heart that beat fast and steady, like every other hybrid Carlisle had seen.

"It's a girl," he announced.

Carlisle silently gave the girl to Danni, and smiled warmly, draping the blanket back over the vampire so she would be both comfortable and decent while she cradled her newborn daughter. He stood and left the room to dispose of the rubber clothes he had worn while helping Danni, and to wash his hands.

Not to mention to give the parents a little privacy.

The moment Danni heard the first cry of her first born child, she collapsed back against her fiancee in complete physical exhaustion. It was amazing how the pain was so easily forgotten.

A girl. Danni-Lynn hadn't even considered names, she hadn't given any thought to what gender she even thought the child was going to be. She had been too overwhelmed with how terrible it was being pregnant to even think about the child inside of her. It was a nightmare, one that was officially over.

The moment the vampire doctor handed the child to her, she knew she was holding it awkwardly. She refused to move the tiniest inch in fear of potentially harming the child. She didn't have very much experience around humans, let alone hybrids.

Still, she couldn't help but beam a massive smile down at the tiny little thing. It was odd how instantly she loved the little girl more than anything else in her world, even more than herself.

"Do you like the name Charlotte?" Her words were directed to Atley, though her eyes remained locked on the crying child.