Natalie's POV
I was enjoying Butcher's attention far too much.
He'd already adjusted the pillows behind my back twice, brought me fresh water, and made sure my blanket wasn't pressing against the bruises on my legs.
Now he was carefully moving a pillow beneath my arm.
“Better, Red?”
I smiled.
“Perfect.”
He brushed his thumb across my cheek.
“Tell me if you need anything.”
“I will.”
A knock sounded before a woman in a white coat entered.
“Good morning, Natalie. I'm Dr. Caroline Mercer. I'll be overseeing your obstetric care while you're here.”
“Morning, Doctor.”
She smiled at Butcher.
“And you must be the father.”
“Yeah.”
Dr. Mercer approached my bed.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I lost a fight with several motorcycles.”
Butcher's jaw tightened.
I squeezed his hand.
“I'
