Dax appeared out of nowhere, making sure to be present for everything involving his mate and the child.
The room, already crowded with medical authority and quiet dread, reoriented around him in the same way that bodies do with gravity. Dark Sahan clothes, a straight back, and that particular stillness that suggested he could be gentle or violent in the same breath, depending on what the situation demanded.
His purple gaze swept the consultation room in a single line, passing physicians, midwives, Nadia standing as a sentry, and Chris seated with his hand resting on the curve of his stomach.
When Dax's eyes landed on Chris, the sharpness softened.
Dax moved to his side without asking. His hand settled on the back of the chair, then slid to Chris's shoulder with caution, as if touching him too suddenly would send the entire building into a panic.
"What did I miss?" Dax asked, voice low.
