Page 39 of The Norcross Rescue

He laughed. “Can I have her back now?”

Her eyes warmed. “Yes.” She handed the tiny baby back to him.

His daughter’s eyes opened. They were big and dark blue, but in the numerous books he’d read, he knew that might change. They’d likely remain some type of blue, and it was a hell of a thought that there might be a little person out there with the exact same shade of blue eyes as him. Secretly, he hoped she got Brynn’s lighter blue eyes.

“God, I never pictured Vander as a girl dad,” Siv said. “Poor kid is never going to be able to date.”

His brother chuckled. “Nope. Between her father and uncles, no man is getting anywhere near this princess when she grows up.”

Brynn rolled her eyes, but was smiling.

Vander stared down at his daughter. “I’ll protect you, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything you need and deserve.”

Soon, Brynn was resting on a gurney, Vander striding beside her holding the baby as they exited the building. There was a massive police presence outside, with barricades and police vehicles everywhere. Flashing blue-and-red lights lit up the night.

Hunt strode over, wearing a suit, his face serious. When he saw the baby, a smile broke out on his rugged face.

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Vander said. “We’re headed to the hospital. You got a handle on everything here?”

“Yeah, we rounded up what was left of the would-be Robin Hoods.”

Vander frowned. “One fell from the building. He’d fired on a window, and⁠—”

“We recovered his body.” Hunt gripped Vander’s arm, his gaze dropping to the baby. “I’ll deal with it. You take care of Brynn and your…”

“Daughter.”

“Fuck, Vander Norcross a girl dad.” Hunt whistled.

“Fuck off.”

“Shh, you can’t swear around the baby.” Hunt laughed. “Go. And give Brynn a kiss from me.”

“Not damn likely.”

Not long later, they were in the hospital. Brynn was in a gown, her face washed, and hair brushed. She held the baby to her chest as she breastfed.

She pulled a face. “Everyone makes this look so easy. It hurts.”

He perched on the side of the bed, so damn relieved that Brynn was okay, and the baby had arrived safely. “I have no doubt that with some practice, you’ll nail it. Like you do everything.”

“We have a baby girl, Vander.” She stroked the baby’s soft cheek, wonder in her eyes.

“We do. Thanks to her amazing mother.”

“Well, we’ll have a hell of a birth story to tell her one day. A skyscraper heist, bad guys, a rooftop fight, and her daddy delivering her in a stairwell.”

Vander pulled them both closer. If he had his way, he’d keep them here, safe in his arms, forever.

“So, we need to give her a name,” Brynn said.

They’d made a list, but now, he wasn’t sure any of them fit. “You pick. You did the hard work. I’ll name baby number two.”

“Oh, we’re having another one?”

He reached over and stroked his daughter’s cheek, then looked at his wife. “We’re definitely having another one.”