Christmas in Texas: Christmas Baby Blessings / The Christmas Rescue

She closed her eyes.

“You’re doing fine,” the nurse said. “The doctor is almost finished prepping you, and then it will be time to meet your new babies.”

Capri released his fingers. He tried to catch her fingers back but she put her hand under the covers. So he stood beside her, staring down at her pale face, wishing he knew what to tell her to make her happy, to keep her his forever.

“Okay, Capri,” Dr. Blankenship said. “I’m about to make an incision. You’ll only notice some tugging sensations. If you notice anything more than that, let me know, all right?”

Capri nodded. Seagal felt all the blood rush from his head.

“Get Dad a chair,” Dr. Blankenship barked, and the elderly nurse led him over to the side.

“Breathe,” the nurse commanded. “Doc’s done this a thousand times. Capri’s in the best possible hands.”

Wasn’t he supposed to be a fearless, tough guy?

Then why was the very idea of his wife being in pain making him weak as a kitten?

“I’m failing at being a birth coach,” he told the nurse.

“We keep this chair in here for dads,” the nurse said, her tone kindly. “You’ll feel stronger in a bit. Don’t worry. Your wife is in good hands.”

She patted him on the back, then turned to stand by Capri. Seagal took another deep breath, braced himself, and went back to being there for his wife.

* * *

CAPRI KNEW THE SECOND Seagal left her side. She felt alone as soon as he’d gone, and reminded herself that she was destined to be alone in the future anyway.

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