Waking up, Amelia felt a moment of disorientation, before recalling some of what had happened. She was slowly pushing herself upright when her eyes landed on Ethan’s figure. He was sitting on the chair next to Ethienne’s cot, holding the boy in his arms, whispering so soft that she could barely make out his words. Something in the picture of the two of them together had her heart melting inside her and she knew why people always raved so much about men holding babies.
As if hearing her thoughts, Ethan lifted his eyes to meet hers with a crooked smile and raised eyebrows. After gently putting Ethienne down with something to play with, he walked over to her. Brushing her hair out of her face while looking down at her.
Instinctively, Amelia reached for him when an unexpected pain shot throu
