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“I had a battle with a South African Amazon over bringing him in here, but I won out.”
Aine shook her head and scooted over so Ava could sit on the bedside. “You can’t hold him. That’s the caveat.”
Sam, who usually reached for her immediately, stayed on his mother’s lap without fussing, as if he knew he might hurt his aunt if he didn’t.
“I miss you, baby boy,” she said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.
Sam gripped her neck and brought his sweet little mouth to her cheek too.
“He misses you more.”
Aine looked up at Griffin. The look on his face was the same as it had been before he opened his eyes earlier—peace and contentment.
“Tabon’s outside,” Ava said to him. “He asked me to send you out.”
“He can come in,” Aine told her.
“It’s okay. I’ll be right back.” Griffin leaned forward and kissed her cheek. When he did, Sam reached for him. He leaned closer, and the baby touched his cheeks with his lips like he had Aine.
“Oh,” she sighed. “That is so sweet. Sam gave you a kiss.”
—:—
Striker’s face was wet with baby drool, but he didn’t wipe it away until he was through the door and out in the hallway. He saw Razor a few feet away, on the phone, and he didn’t look happy.
“What’s up?” he asked when the man turned and saw him waiting.
“I’m sorry to do this now, but we need to go back to the house.”
“Okay,” he said, studying Razor’s face. Whatever it was, was important. “Let me tell Aine.”
Razor nodded. Behind him, though, Striker saw the doctor approaching.
“I need to hear what he says first,” he added, motioning with his head.
“There’s time.”
“You wanna come in too?”
He shook his head. “I have some more calls to make.”
Striker followed the doctor through the door and met Ava coming back out.
“Where’s Tabon?” she asked.
Striker pointed. “Over there.”
“I’ll be right back,” she said, walking toward her husband. “She wants you to go in.”
“The masses were benign,” he heard the doctor say as he walked over to Aine’s bedside.
She looked relieved, maybe more when he held her hand than by the doctor’s words.
“What about the seizure?” Striker asked.
“The MRI will tell us more, but I suspect it was an isolated incident.”
“When can I leave?” Aine asked.
