Page 108 of Weston’s Treasure

“You’re too early in your pregnancy to use a Doppler to hear the heartbeat. I’m going to do an internal ultrasound.” Dr. Webb nodded toward the machine and explained how the noninvasive procedure worked.

“Okay.”

Dr. Webb politely left the room, drawing the curtain closed after she reiterated Silver needed to be undressed from the waist down.

“You okay?” Silver asked as Weston helped her out of her jeans and panties.

He looked up from his crouched position and stood. Both of his hands cupping her cheeks, he leaned in close. “Oh, yeah. You?”

“Yeah. I’ll feel better after Dr. Webb tells us I didn’t hurt the baby.”

Silver’s smile died and Weston bent forward, finally doing what he’d been dying to do since he’d pulled her from his Jeep.

Their lips touched. The kiss was brief, gentle, tender, but he hoped Silver understood the depth of his gratitude. Weston poured everything he was feeling into that kiss, knowing he’d never find the words to tell her how happy he was, how much he loved her. He didn’t need to make vows in front of friends in a church or any other place. He silently made an oath to God, to Silver, to himself, to always take care of and protect what he’d been given.

Treasure.

“Everything’s fine, baby. And you didn’t do anything,” he muttered against her lips, then helped her back into bed.

Ten minutes later a whooshing sound filled the room and Weston knew he’d been wrong. Hearing his child’s heartbeat for the first time, that was the best moment of his life.

“Everything looks perfect. Nice, healthy, strong heartbeat.” Dr. Webb’s gaze left the monitor, her eyes going between Weston and Silver before the doctor settled on Silver and asked, “Do you have any questions?”

“Yes. About a million, but I can’t think of any right now.”

The doctor’s smile widened and her eyes became infinitely softer. “I bet you do. Make an appointment with your OB and in the meantime write your questions down so you don’t forget them. You’re fit and healthy, Silver. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Your abrasions are superficial. Keep them clean, and do not scratch the scabs as they heal. But other than that, you’re fine. Baby’s perfect. Try to relax and enjoy your pregnancy.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Dr. Webb stood, took off her gloves, tossed them in the trash, and moved to the curtain. “My information will be in your discharge papers. Call me if you need anything.”

“We will,” Weston answered, but remained seated, not willing to let go of Silver’s hand even if it would’ve been the polite thing to do.

“Congratulations.”

And with that, they were alone.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” Silver whispered.

“Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?” Silver smiled.

“Sweetheart, you just gave me the world.”

* * *

The drive back to the farmhouse was much like the drive to the hospital, only Jameson drove a little slower.

Without having to tell him, Jameson knew what was in the Jeep.

Precious cargo.

* * *

Weston caught sight of Silver sitting on the couch as he and the team went over the information McKenna had found on Keith Yagger, Travis’s brother. The man whose license plate she run while he and Silver had been at the hospital. They didn’t know if Keith had been driving the truck therefore been the shooter or if Travis had stolen or borrowed his brother’s truck. Answers they wouldn’t have until they found Travis and Dale.

Gone was the excitement and joy.