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“She looks like she is hurting,” Georgie fretted.

“Is she?” She looked at the nurse who was tending to one of the boys.

“No.” The nurse smiled at them. “Far from it.”

“Are you sure?” This was from the worried father. “All these tubes–”

“Are designed to help her with her breathing. Her lungs are underdeveloped. But she is getting better.”

“She doesn’t look it." His fingers tightened on his.

“Positive thoughts, remember?” Lifting their hands, he kissed hers.

“Yes.” She tried to sound that way, but it came out sounding helpless. “Of course.” She turned to look at her husband. “Of course. She is a fighter. It’s just that she looks so tiny and in pain. But she’s not. She is on the mend. And I am scared, I am so scared. What if she–”

“No. No, I am not going there.” Using her free hand, she touched the cool plastic that housed her baby girl. “Hey Bri, your mama and daddy are right here, and we are rooting for you. Your brothers are also waiting to see you.

There is this nursery that’s all your own. It’s pink and lilac and your daddy does not like the colors, but you will. He wanted cool blues and greens, but we girls rule, and we rock and we have the ability to wrap the men in our lives around our little fingers.”

“True,” her husband agreed and she laughed.

“There. You are missing out a lot and we really want you to join the party. We want to take you home. We really do.”

They stayed there for a few more minutes before heading back to her room.

“You will stay, won’t you?” she asked him huskily when she was settled in bed.

“I am not going anywhere," he promised and slid in next to her.

Chapter 16

“Is she finished?” Beau asked softly, approaching them silently, careful not to wake the baby, who was still cozied up against her mother’s breast. “The boys are falling asleep.”

“She is through.” Georgie eased her sleeping daughter away from her bosom and put her up on her shoulder to rub her back. It was amazing to both of them that the little girl had managed to fight the odds stacked against her and was getting better. She had spent two weeks in the clinic, fourteen days in which her mother had visited every day.

She and the boys had been allowed to go home after four days and it had broken Georgie’s heart. Now they were all home together and she felt her heart swelling inside her chest as stared at the baby who from every indication was going to be the spitting image of her dad.

Her hair was a light brown and her eyes a cross between gold and green. She had the same face shape and jutting chin along with the tiny cleft.

“Let me have her.” He moved forward after the baby had let out a satisfied burp. “Hey princess, daddy’s got you.” Beau cradled her in his arms, an indescribably tender expression on his face.

“I am going to trust you to put her down this time and not stay there with her in your arms while she sleeps," she told her husband wryly. “You are spoiling her.”

“She deserves to be spoiled, don’t you baby?” Moving toward the cot, he placed her in carefully and covered her with the soft pink and white blanket.

Over the past month, their home had become like a revolving door with frequent visitors. Blake was here every day, looking in on his grandchildren and was so happy, he had told them he felt like bursting.

“Leave the lights on?”

“Just the night light.” Georgie waited until he had finished, before easing herself out of the chair. She was fully healed, thescar from her C-section barely noticeable and she had started working out. A week ago, they had resumed their lovemaking with Beau wondering if it was too soon.

He had spent more than a month not being intimate with her and it had felt like a year.

When they came together that night, it had been explosive, and they had both lost control.

He suckled at her breasts, until they were sore and were consumed by a fire that threatened to overwhelm them.

“Tired?” he asked, rubbing her back. “You were up late last night. Perhaps we should hire another nanny.”