Chapter 67

(Emily’s POV).

“I finally can go home and bring our baby,” I said, my voice soft but filled with relief. “I feel so bored at the hospital.”

Mike’s eyes, full of warmth and concern, never left my face. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear with that gentle touch of his that always seemed to ground me.

“Are you really okay?” His voice was laced with worry, a slight furrow appearing between his brows.

He didn’t just ask because it was polite—he asked because he *needed* to know.

I smiled, my heart swelling at the tenderness in his gaze.

“Yes, Mike, I’m really okay. Christopher and I are more than ready to go home.”

Even though I said the words, I could still see the lingering doubt in his eyes. He had been so protective, so attentive, ever since Christopher arrived.

Every second, every small movement of mine, he was there, watching, making sure I didn’t lift a finger more than necessary. While I appreciated it more than he knew, sometimes it was a little overwhelmin