Stepping out of the air-conditioned interior, the July heat hit him. He rounded the vehicle to open Emily's door and took her elbow to help her out. She slid down from the high four-wheel drive, wincing a little. "All right, darling?" "A little sore." He stroked the hair back from Emily's face and kissed her. She'd been wonderful and brave, and he loved her so much. Watching her give birth to their daughter had been the most magical moment of his life. "I'm going to look after you. I'll run you a lovely warm bath, and once you've fed Rose, you can have a long soak and go to sleep. I'll look after her as much as I can tonight." He opened the back door of the car and unfastened the straps on the baby seat before lifting his precious newborn girl into his arms. She had a little tuft of dark hair like a Mohawk, and a squashed face. Yet to him, she was the most beautiful baby in the world. He thought he'd fallen in love with Emily fast, yet Rose had claimed his heart in an instant. He passed their adorable little girl to Emily and while she went in, he gathered the rest of the baby paraphernalia out of the back of the car, and then locked up.
