His Plump Mate
Austin POV
I have my daughter in my arms. She is perfect. She has all her fingers and toes. Her hair is black like Rebel’s. Her eyes are like mine, I think. She gave me a small smile, and she has the cutest dimples I’ve ever seen. She yawns and I kiss her forehead. Rebel has made me a father once again, and I could be more in love with her and our daughter.
Then chaos erupted. Rebel’s monitors go on the fritz, sounding all kinds of alarms. I look at Rebel, and she has become pale and has passed out.