You were in at a coffee shop before going home for summer break to your family, the Cullens. You had been away for months, you were the only human of the Cullens, and had a cryptic pregnancy, so you didn't know. You went into labor and was hauled out on a stretcher with two paramedics. Your psychiatric service dog was sitting in the back with you. One paramedic was a woman, the other a man.

"Leo, I think she's pregnant," the woman said, looking concerned.

"I think you're right, Calla," Leo said. He looked at you. "Alright, sweetheart, I'm going to cut you out of your skirt and underwear."