“Look at her,” Linc said gruffly. “She’s perfect.”

“Her mom was a warrior,” Nolan said. “As always.”

“I would expect nothing less from my daughter,” Linc said, leaning over to kiss Hannah and take a closer look at the baby. “What’s her name?”

“Caleb Abbott Roberts,” Hannah said. “We’re going to call her Callie.”

“What a perfect name.” Molly dealt with a new flood of tears. “Amelia and Bob will be so very touched,” she said of Caleb’s parents.

“I’m so glad you agree,” Hannah said.

“I love her name,” Linc said. “Callie. This is my granddaughter, Callie.”

Hannah reluctantly handed over her precious package to the doctor and relaxed against Nolan, a feeling of peace coming over her now that the delivery was behind her and the baby had safely arrived. To Nolan, she said, “Will you call Amelia and Bob?” In another lifetime, they would’ve been there, awaiting the arrival of their grandchild. In this lifetime, they would be beloved extra grandparents to baby Callie.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said. “You rest and don’t worry about anything.”

Hannah closed her eyes, only for a minute, or so she told herself. She had a daughter to care for.

Grayson woke to the sound of voices and bright sunshine beaming into the room where he’d fallen asleep despite his plans to relocate downstairs. At least he was alone in the bed where Emma had been sleeping.

The voices, he realized, belonged to her and Simone. A glance at the monitor showed Emma in bed with her daughter, the two of them talking in low voices. He wanted to know what they were saying and how Simone was feeling, but he wasn’t sure if Emma would want him to reveal himself or the fact that he’d spent the night.

His curiosity about Simone’s condition won out. He got up, made the bed and used the bathroom across the hall to clean up before he ducked his head into the room next door to check on them.

“How’s the patient this morning?” he asked.

“Grayson! What’re you doing here?” Simone asked.

“I came to see how you were feeling. How’s your arm?”

Emma smiled at him from her perch next to her daughter, nodding her head to invite him into the room.

“It’s sore, but not like it was yesterday. I’m just sad that I can’t ski again today. I loved it.”

Grayson sat on the foot of the bed. “I heard you were really good at it, too.”

“You did? Did Colton say that?”

“Yep,” Grayson said. “He told me you were great at it.”

Simone beamed with pleasure at hearing that. “I want to do it again as soon as my arm is better.”

“What do you ladies have planned for today?” he asked.

“Not skiing,” Simone said glumly.

“Taking it easy,” Emma said.

“Which is no fun,” Simone replied.