Chapter Eight
Kristie woke up groggily. For a second, she forgot where she was. The room didn’t look familiar to her, and a soft beeping noise came from somewhere. Her belly was killing her, she realized with a jolt as she moved her hands down toward that region. Her baby – her son – where was her son?
She tried to sit up, and the room swirled. A voice came to her and suddenly someone was holding her hand. Kristie saw Gray’s face and relaxed a little, clutching his hands.
“Where is my son?”
“Kristie, it’s okay.” His voice was low and soothing in her ear. “He’s in the neonatal unit. They had to take him there.”
Her breath caught as she recalled the operation... the C-section they had to do to make sure her son was born safely. How impossibly shrunken and small he looked once he was rem
