A ripple of sudden curiosity passes through the men. Brow furrows, glances are exchanged, and even Mayhem has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning wide open.
Locke turns his head, his eyes locking onto mine.
“Every man in this room knows what Zara’s been through,” Locke continues. “You know she fought cancer and beat it. You know what the doctors said about her full recovery, and the odds they gave her.”
The room goes entirely still. Stitch leans forward slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing with sudden, intense focus.
“Well,” Locke says. “Her body is performing another miracle.”
He pauses, letting the dramatic weight of the words hang suspended in the warm air.
“We came from the clinic an hour ago,” Locke says. “Zara’s twelve weeks along. The baby is completely healt
