Gideons POV
Walking out of the infirmary into the crisp mountain air, I didn't ease my grip on Sera for even a second. I pulled her close against my side, my arm wrapped tightly around her waist, my hand resting flat against her stomach. I had been hovering all week, driven by a wild, possessive instinct I hadn't understood. Now, every single primal urge made absolute sense.
And I sure as hell wasn't going to stop hovering now.
A baby.
The word echoed in my chest, heavy and surreal, pounding alongside my racing heart. I couldn't even believe it. When Sera had first confided in me about her past, when she told me with heartbreak in her eyes that she couldn't conceive—I had closed that door in my mind without a second thought. Kids didn't matter to me. She was all I needed. As long as I
