Three days had passed since the chaos that nearly cost lives. Duncan had been stabilized, operated on, and now finally cleared to move out of the ICU. But nothing could have prepared him for what—or who—was waiting in his private room.
"Daddy!" a young voice cried out, filled with both joy and relief.
Duncan's heart nearly stopped.
The moment he opened his eyes, there he was. At the foot of his hospital bed, he saw Dylan, eyes wide, smile brighter than the fluorescent lights above. Without waiting for permission, Dylan rushed over, hugging his chest carefully, mindful of the bandages.
"Are you okay now?" Dylan asked, looking up with tear-glossed eyes.
Duncan managed a smile despite the pain in his side. "Not a hundred percent… but the doctors say I'm out of danger now. Especially after that hug."
In the doorway stood Cammy, hands touching her big baby bump, face soft but unreadable. "He insisted on being here the moment he found out you were being transferred," she said gently.
