Page 24 of Midnight and Mine

“Wynter, I do love you and our baby.”

Stunned, I’m not sure if I heard him correctly. Did he just tell her he loved her andtheirbaby? A million emotions flit inside my head and heart. And I have to figure out what happened before she gets too close to Drake.

I take out my phone and message Beau and Major.

Me: Are either of you here? I need someone to find Wynter’s car at the gorge, her phone, and purse.

Major: I’m here. Beau and Vanessa are waiting on Beckett to stay with the kids.

Me: I’ll be out in a minute with an extra set of keys.

He gives me a thumbs up.

Next on my list is to find the camera. Maybe it’s in the ambulance, so I text Heath.

Me: Is Wynter’s camera in the ambulance? It was around her neck at the gorge, and I took it off but don’t remember what I did with it.

Heath: It’s with me at the fire station. Are you at the hospital?

Me: Nowhere else I would be.

Heath: I’ll bring it over asap. How’s she doing?

Me: Awake. No memory of me.

Heath: Damn, I’m sorry, but head traumas heal. On my way.

“Scott, I thought you wanted to feel the baby.”

Chapter Ten

Wynter

Scott’s head is buried in his phone. “Scott, I thought you wanted to feel the baby.” He lifts his chin, shoving his phone into those gray sweatpants, slung low on his hips. “Hurry, she’s moving now.”

Drake steps back, and Scott fills the space. When I reach for his hand and place it on my belly, he closes his eyes and breathes out, his lungs emptying slowly. His hand is strong and steady as my baby girl kicks his palm with her feet and his fingers with her hands as she stretches. It’s as if her tiny limbs are exploring Scott’s hand. He starts talking to her, and it’s the first time I’ve heard joy in his voice, when it didn’t sound strangled from emotion.

“We all love you. Your mama is taking good care of you.” She seems to do a ballet jump when he speaks. “She needs you right now. Stay strong, baby girl.”

I can’t take my eyes off Scott. His square jaw, with a thick head of brown hair. When he glances at me, his soulful eyes are invisibly tethered to mine.

The baby must do a somersault, and Scott places his other hand on my belly too as he presses, and we watch the ultrasound together. His smooth, soothing movements cradle my belly and lulls the baby to sleep.

Dr. Breadwell stays silent while Scott and I share a moment way too intimate.

“She likes you,” I say as I rub his hand over my belly one last time.

“Maybe you should be a baby whisperer. I bet people pay good money for someone who can calm their baby.”

His lips tilt into a close-lipped grin. “She’s heard my voice… a lot.”

For the first time, I realize he has a wedding ring on. My finger fiddles with his ring for a second, and we just stare at each other. Clearing my throat, I ask, “Is my rescuer married?”

“I am. She’s my soulmate.”

“Am I keeping you from her?”

“No, she wants me here. She loves you too.”

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