Tyson lay on the bed with Olivia between his legs and on his abdomen. Rose’s blanket was thrown across them, keeping her warm. She had barely stirred when he had changed her into a soft sleeping bra and panties. The doctor would be there soon to perform another ultrasound and examine Olivia. Tyson had a sinking feeling in his chest as he thought of what Dr. Clark might say about Olivia and the need for her to begin intravenous support.
A soft tap sounded on the door. Lucy stuck her head in before entering with breakfast. She was careful to close the door behind her as quietly as possible. She eased the tray of food onto the nightstand before placing a small bowl of fruit next to the fey dragon on the bed near Olivia’s feet.
“How are our girls doing,” Lucy whispered to Tyson.
“Tired. I’
