To say Beau was frightened was an understatement. His breaths came in heavy pants (mainly from sprinting with her in his arms) as he remained planted on the ground. Beau couldn't lose Eva. Not now, not ever. He would mourn the loss of their baby if it happened, but not her. Her bright blue eyes grounded him, her smile was the light of his life. Beau would be ruined without her, and he hadn't respected that tonight.

He held one of her hands tight within his grasp and rested the other on her stomach. The smarter decision would've been to carry her back to bed and curl himself around her, but he still wasn't convinced they didn't need urgent help. "I'm right here," Beau promised her with a kiss to her hand. "Whatever you need. Always."