KEEGAN POV
If someone had told me Kyle would faint like he did, I would have called bullshit.
My brother? The one who can’t go thirty seconds without touching Kat? The one who swears he’ll massage her through every contraction, kiss her forehead through every scream, whisper some ridiculous “you’re the strongest woman alive” line every two minutes? Nah. That guy wouldn’t faint.
Turns out—I was wrong. Horribly, catastrophically wrong.
Because instead of Kyle being Kat’s rock during labor, he was lying flat on his back, white as a sheet, drooling into the pillow Dr. House had lazily set up for him on a spare bed. His chest was rising and falling in uneven, pitiful breaths, and honestly… it was ridiculous.
And me? I was the one massaging Kat’s back, holding her hand through contractions
