“Give her to me,” he said.

I looked up into his face.

His eyes were clear and focused, the indecisive panic that had filled them in the emergency room completely washed away.

I lifted June gently from my lap, supporting her neck with one hand, and transferred her warm body into his arms.

Ethan pulled our daughter close against his chest, sliding one broad palm behind her head to support her weight against his shoulder.

He bent his head down, resting his cheek against her soft fleece cap, and closed his eyes as he held her tight.