The next morning, Becca woke up feeling lighter than she had in days. A full night’s rest had done wonders. As she shifted to her side, she was startled to find Dean already awake, quietly watching her.
“Ah! What the— You scared me,” she said, clutching the blanket.
Dean chuckled softly. “You slept like a newborn, my love.”
His words made her sit up suddenly. “Wait—where’s the baby?”
Dean pointed beside her. Following his gesture, she turned and saw the baby lying peacefully in a small cot by the bed.
Becca instantly rose to her feet to get a better look at him.
“Be careful, you’re still sore,” Dean warned, with concern in his voice.
But she barely heard him. Her eyes were locked on the tiny bundle she had longed for her whole life. A child. Her own family. And Dean had made it poss
