Heath’s POV
Posy hated being put down. I learned that quickly.
The moment I eased her into the hospital bassinet beside Rosalie’s bed, her tiny face scrunched up in outrage. Her little arms flailed weakly beneath the blanket, and a thin cry escaped her lips.
Not loud. Not strong. But enough to send panic slicing through my chest.
“I’m here,” I said immediately, standing so fast the chair nearly toppled backward. “I’m here, baby.”
I scooped her up again, cradling her against my chest, and her cries quieted almost instantly.
Rayven snorted softly from where he leaned against the doorway. “She already has you wrapped around her finger.”
I ignored him. Because maybe she did. Maybe she always would.
Posy made a tiny squeaking sound against my chest, her face pressing into my shirt as th
