PENELOPE POV
I had spent the last few hours checking on every woman and every child we had brought back from that f*****g nightmare.
Twice.
Okay, maybe three times.
Oh Goddess, four. Yep. Four times.
At some point Aunt Kat had put a hand on my shoulder, looked me dead in the eyes, and told me that if I asked for another update on blood pressure, oxygen levels, or neonatal feeding schedules, she would sedate me with the same tenderness she reserved for people she loved and patients who annoyed her.
Which, apparently, was the same thing.
So I had stopped asking her.
I had asked the nurses instead. It didn’t go well either.
Liam stayed attached to my hip through all of it, close enough that his sleeve brushed mine every few steps and his scent kept sliding under my skin like a prob
