Kennedy

Raif continues to purr as we walk to the hospital, and I lean my head on Quirin’s shoulder.

“Are you scared?” I ask him quietly.

“Terrified. As excited as I am to meet our daughters, I’ve only felt fear like this once before in my life and that’s when you were taken.”

I chuckle, but the movement sends a jolt of pain through my stomach, so I stop.

Quirin presses a kiss to the side of my head as we walk into the hospital and straight to what he calls ‘The Kennedy Suite’. ...