Andrew POV

“She smells like you.” Logan mumbled.

“She does.” I smiled, running my fingers through her hair.

“I don’t like it.” he frowned. “But I would have her smell like you forever if it meant she would live.”

“She will.” I said quietly. “She is not dying.”

I caressed her cheek and kissed her hand.

“The doctor says you can hear us, Emma.” I said. “I need you to know how sorry I ...