The medical staff had finished cleaning Davina and moved her to a recovery room. The nurses moved with hushed voices and gentle footsteps, determined not to disturb her rest.
She appeared utterly spent. Completely worn out. Yet she was finally sleeping.
Chase positioned himself in the chair directly next to her bed, fully alert despite his fatigue, his weary gaze shifting between his younger sister and the small infant resting in the transparent crib nearby.
He found himself unable to look away.
The newborn was incredibly tiny. So fragile. Bundled snugly in a blue covering, his small features wrinkled as if he was irritated by something, though even that expression brought a smile to Chase's face.
The baby bore a striking resemblance to Davina. That was Chase's immediate observation. Those same gentle lips. Identical cheeks.
Even the miniature scowl on the infant's face brought his sister to mind. For just a moment, his heart constricted with emotion for her.
