[ELARA'S POV]
Marcus called at three am on a Thursday.
"Rebecca's in labor. We're heading to the hospital."
I was already awake. Pregnancy insomnia. Again. "You want us there?"
"Not yet. But I wanted you to know."
"Keep us updated. We're here if you need anything."
He hung up. I turned to Damian. "Rebecca's in labor."
"First baby. Could be hours." He pulled me close. "Try to sleep. We'll go when they're ready."
I tried. Couldn't. Too wired. Too excited. Too pregnant and uncomfortable.
At six am Marcus texted. Baby girl. Seven pounds. Everyone's good.
Relief. Joy. Marcus was a dad.
Our stoic, serious, bodyguard Marcus was a father.
This was going to be interesting.
***
We visited that afternoon.
Left our four kids with Patricia. Showed up with flowers and food because nobody at hospitals fed you properly.
Rebecca looked exhausted. Glowing. Holding a tiny bundle.
Marcus looked terrified. Happy. Completely out of his element.
