Chapter 161

Silvia "Does the little guy really have to leave us?" Katy whined, her eyes glued to the clear bassinet where my tiny son lay. She looked ready to barricade the door if anyone tried taking him away. Despite feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, I couldn't help smiling at her instant devotion to Orion. "He's premature, Katy," I explained, fighting through the fog of exhaustion clouding my brain. "The NICU is where he needs to be right now. You can fawn over him all you want tomorrow morning." I watched the nurse carefully tuck the blanket around Orion's impossibly small form. Each of her movements was precise and gentle, like she was handling something infinitely precious – which, of course, she was. My heart physically ached as they wheeled him away, the maternal instinct to keep him close warring with the rational knowledge that he needed specialized care. My gaze drifted to Alpha Enzo standing against the far wall. Noah was giving him the kind of death glare that could wilt flowers.