Xavier's pov
I didn't sleep that night: I couldn't. Every single thing in my room reminded me of Emily. Her scent in the air and on the blankets, our pictures, the crib, the baby's ultrasounds pictures… she was everywhere. And while it reminded me she wasn't there with me anymore, it also made me feel better. I felt her closer.
By the time dawn broke, my anger and pain had crystallized into something else: a solid, adamantine, lucid determination. I was going to save Emily and the baby and bring them back home, and that was final. I looked at the photo I was holding: the baby's last ultrasound. A feeling of warmth and affection spread through me as I looked at that little face, so sweet and helpless.
It was weird, absurd, but somehow… I almost felt more protective of the baby instead
