Indy stared bleary-eyed at the baby in her arms.
A little girl.
A little girl who still had no name. She’d been sure that inspiration would strike when she saw her baby’s face for the first time.
All she felt was scared and tired.
The contractions had started again in the middle of the night and her water had broken. The flurry of activity of extra doctors and nurses confused her.
But Griffin had been there the entire time.
When she was sweaty and gross, he wiped her forehead with a cloth. When she didn’t think she had it in her to push again, he talked her through.
When panic gave way to hysterics as they took her baby to a warming table, he held Indy’s hand while watching over the shoulders of doctors to count fingers and toes.
It had taken forty-five excruciating minutes before
