Meanwhile, Archer took a deep breath as he paced the corridor outside the room.
Back and forth. Back and forth. His expensive leather shoes clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing in the quiet hallway. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, but even that could not hide the way they trembled slightly. He pulled one out and ran it through his hair for what must have been the hundredth time in the past hour, tugging at the dark strands as if the nervous gesture might somehow speed up time.
His eyes kept drifting to the closed door.
The room beyond had been prepared for weeks. Months, even. Everything was ready. The softest organic cotton blankets. The most advanced medical equipment money could buy. A full team of the best doctors and nurses on standby, flown in from three different countries. Medications lined the shelves in neat rows, organized by type and dosage, just in case anything went wrong.
He could not risk his baby.
