[Alaric's POV]I’ve stood on battlefields and watched men die without my hands shaking like they were now. The silence in this room was worse than any battlefield."Wren." My own voice sounded like it belonged to someone else. "Do something.""I am doing something. Let me work."She cleared our daughter's mouth with one careful finger, tilted her, rubbed harder along her tiny back, murmuring something too low for either of us to catch. Eileen had gone rigid against the pillows, both hands pressed to her own mouth like she could hold the fear in through sheer pressure alone."Wren, please." The word came out of Eileen thin and broken. "Please, do something.""I know. I know, Eileen. Give her one more second."The seconds stretched on, I counted them without meaning to, the way I used to count breaths before a fight. Anything to keep myself calm.Then, finally, a sound. Small at first, more of a hiccup than a cry, and then building into something furious and full-throated."There she is
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