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I shook my head, chuckling. “Axle just got hit.”
She blinked. “They didn’t crash.”
I turned to her, eyes gleaming. “Not that kind of hit, sugar. A hit to the heart. His fate just crashed into him.”
She stared at me for a second, then grinned slow and bright. “Oh boy.”
I nodded, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me as we looked out over the chaos.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “This is gonna be fun.”
EPILOGUE
SAVANNAH
“It really isn’t fair how hot you look holding a newborn,” I murmured, watching Kane cradle our daughter like she was made of glass.
He didn’t glance up—just kept gazing down at Eliana like the world had narrowed to a single perfect point. His thumb brushed across her impossibly tiny knuckles as she yawned and smacked her lips in sleep.
“She’s so damn small,” he muttered, voice rough. “Didn’t think it was possible to love something this much without my chest cracking open.”
“You said that last time,” I teased.
“Still true.” He looked at me, and the molten heat in his eyes had my heart doing cartwheels. “You gave me everything, sugar. A son. A daughter. A life I didn’t think was meant for a man like me.”
“Well,” I drawled with a tired grin, “then maybe you should hand Eliana over to me instead of hogging her.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, one arm still wrapped protectively around our newborn. “You’ll get your turn when she’s hungry. Until then, she’s mine.”
I huffed a laugh. “You’re seriously going to wrestle a hormonal, post-labor woman for baby cuddles?”
“You need your rest.”
I rolled my eyes at his lame excuse but didn’t get the chance to reply because there was a light knock on the door that made me glance up. A nurse entered with a polite smile on her face. “Just here to take the baby to the nursery for a bit so mama can get some rest.”
Kane’s expression iced over. “That won’t be necessary.”
The nurse faltered. “I…I understand you want to hold her, sir, but we typically?—”
“I said,” Kane growled, rising to his full intimidating height, “it won’t be necessary. I’ll make sure my wife gets anything she needs. My daughter stays with me.”
The poor woman backed toward the door, flustered. “Of course. If you need anything, ma’am, press the call button.”
“Will do,” I said with a wave, trying not to laugh until the door clicked shut behind her.
Then I lost it.
“You’re a menace,” I giggled.
“She wanted to take her,” Kane said flatly, eyes back on our daughter. “From this room. While you’re recovering. That’ll only happen over my dead body.”
“Fair point since I’ve literally seen you break someone’s nose for less.” I wagged my finger at him. “It’s lucky for you that Raze has the best paralegal in the state of Florida with how often I need to help him keep you guys out of trouble.”
He just smirked slightly and sank back onto the bed beside me, the baby curled perfectly in the crook of his arm. His gaze dipped to my chest, still full and sore from nursing, and the air between us thickened.
“You know,” he murmured, “watching you feed her might be the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You said that last time too,” I whispered.