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HARLOW'S POV The man who tried to kill my baby called himself Daddy and smiled at me from my wedding night doorway. I did not scream. I grabbed the call button cord off the bedside table and threw it at his face as hard as I could.It bounced off Silas Cole's clerical collar and fell to the floor.Kael moved before I could blink, forearm across Silas's throat, slamming him back into the hallway wall so hard the framed cross rattled."You touch her," Kael snarled, "and I end you right here."Silas smiled, even with Kael choking him. "Hello, son-in-law.""Do not call me that," Kael said."Why not. You married her, did you not." Silas looked past Kael's shoulder right at me, at my stomach. "You look just like your mother did when she carried you.""Do not talk about my mother," I snapped. "You do not get to say her name. You do not get to look at me. You do not get to breathe the same air as my baby."Silas's smile thinned, just for a second, like I had actually hit a nerve. Good.The g

HARLOW'S POV The blood on the sheets was warm and wet and mine, and all I could think was I never got to hold her. I never got to see her face.Hands grabbed my arms, my legs, ripped the blanket away. Kael was shouting my name somewhere far away, but I could not see him through the crowd of blue scrubs."Pressure is dropping," someone yelled. "Sixty over forty.""Placental abruption," another voice snapped. "We are losing the baby."No. No. No.I tried to sit up. A nurse pushed me back down. "Harlow, stay still. We have to get you to the OR now.""Where is Kael," I gasped. "Where is my husband.""I am here," his voice broke through the chaos, rough and wrecked. "Baby, I am right here."I turned my head. He was pressed against the wall by security, his face white, his eyes wild."Let him through," I screamed. "Let him come to me.""Ma'am, he cannot come into surgery," the nurse said. "You are hemorrhaging. We have to go now.""Kael," I sobbed. "Do not let them take her. Promise me you

HARLOW'S POV Home smelled like lemon cleaner, fresh paint, and panic. Mostly panic. Kael’s panic. “You’re sure this is the right temperature,” he said for the fourth time, hovering over the bottle warmer like it might explode. “The nurse said 98 degrees. This says 97.4. That is point six degrees off, Harlow.” “Kael,” I said, balancing Elena on my shoulder while she made tiny dinosaur noises against my neck. “She is not a NASA launch. She is a baby. Babies have been eating milk at room temperature since the dawn of time.” “Not my baby,” he said, grabbing the bottle and shaking it like it owed him money. “My baby gets exact specifications. My baby gets perfection.” “Your baby gets fed before she chews my collarbone off,” I said. Elena chose that moment to prove my point and let out a wail that could have shattered glass. Three weeks old and she already had her father’s lung capacity. Kael moved faster than I’d seen him move in a boardroom. Bottle in hand, baby from me to