"I'm afraid you'll have the better voice for it," Betrys says fondly. She can stay mostly on key, but there's no real beauty to her singing voice--not like Cullen's. When he sits down on the bed next to her, Mia still sleeping in his arms, Betrys scoots over a little to snuggle in next to him. Everything below her waist complains at it, but it's worth a bit of pain to curl up with her husband and daughter and practice a lullaby.

Once she thinks she has the words, she sings them softly back down to Mia, who hardly twitches at all the sound and movement, just continues to sleep comfortably, each breath coming without difficulty. "She's so beautiful."