Natasha’s brows lifted. Then, below them, her eyes lit with laughter. “Rachel said I would like you. I hope we have time to talk before we leave town. I’m sorry to rush off.”

“Don’t worry about it. I think Nick and I’ll go to the cafeteria, rustle up some food for this group.”

Three hours later, Bess had delivered sandwiches and coffee, bounced Natasha’s youngest daughter, Katie, on her knee and introduced herself to Spence Kimball and helped him entertain his very cranky son. She’d met Freddie and noted that the pretty, pixielike teenager was deep in puppy love with Nick.

As time dragged on, she added her support when Mikhail pressured his very tired wife to rest in the waiting room, took a few minutes to interrogate some nurses to help her beef up some hospital scenes and soothed Alex’s nerves as his sister’s labor reached the final stages.

“It won’t be much longer.”

“That’s what they said an hour ago.”

They were standing in the waiting room. Alex refused to sit. After a yawn and a good stretch, Bess wrapped her arms around him.

“She’s fully dilated, and the baby was crowning. The last glance I had of the fetal monitor showed a really strong heartbeat. A fast one. I think it’s a girl.”

“How do you know so much?”

“Research.” She settled her head on his shoulder. “I was figuring earlier that I’ve delivered twelve babies, including one set of twins. In a matter of speaking.”

When her voice slurred, he tipped up her chin. “You’re asleep on your feet, McNee. I should have sent you home.”

“You couldn’t have pried me away.”

No, that was true, he realized. It was just one more aspect to her beauty. “I owe you.”

“Then pay up.” She lifted her mouth, sighing into the kiss.

“Mama.” Though he’d enjoyed watching his brother, Mikhail shot to his feet when he spotted his parents in the doorway.

“We have a new member of the family.” There were tears in Nadia’s eyes and in Yuri’s as he stood with his arm tight around his wife.

“What is it?” Nick and Alex demanded together.

“You will come see. They bring the baby to the glass in a moment.”

“Rachel is resting.” Yuri dashed away a tear. “You will kiss her good-night soon.”

They trooped out together, to wait by the nursery window for the first glimpse.

“I’m an uncle,” Nick said to Freddie. The girl’s cheeks turned pink as he gave her a hard hug. “Hey, there’s Zack.” He kept his arm around her as his brother walked forward, holding a tiny bundle. The bundle was squalling, and Zack was grinning from ear to ear.

He held the baby up. Atop the curling black hair was a bright pink bow.

“It’s a girl,” Alex murmured, and held Bess hard against him. “She’s beautiful.”

“Man” was the best Nick could do. “Oh, man.” Overcome for a moment, he glanced down and found himself looking at Freddie, who was still tucked under his arm. He drew back, brushed a fingertip along her cheek and caught a tear on the tip. “What’s this?”