“We’re just… they told us to go for a walk to see if we can get the contractions to speed up,” Bax said, and looked at Knox where he sat by Irina.
Bax hadn’t been super thrilled when Courtney had fessed up to the Irina situation after Irina totally blew her cover.
Four martinis and Irina was not good CIA agent material. Apparently, she’d tell anyone anything.
“Knox…” Courtney slid her gaze to Bax and then gestured to Knox with her chin, because Knox had saved her bacon tonight. And Harley’s bacon too. “Where did you get scrubs?”
“I found ’em. Dr. Knox reporting for duty.” He saluted.
She was pretty sure if he was pretending to be a doctor in an actual hospital, that was probably not legal.
“You were right,” Bax said, crossing his arms. “Courtney had the preeclampsia stuff, and we needed to induce. Had you not said something…”
“It could’ve been bad.” She moved to sit beside Knox because she actually had something important she wanted to ask him.
Knox did a fist pump. “Cha-ching. All that YouTube wasn’t for nothin’.”
“Bax and I talked,” Courtney said, pulling the IV stand a little closer. “We decided that since you saved the day, you can be in the birthing room to welcome Harley.”
Knox’s jaw fell like she’d told him he was the father. “For real?”
“For real,” Courtney said.
“Can I break your water?” Knox asked, like an overexcited puppy.
“Absolutely not,” Bax said.
“Fine.” Knox held out his hand to shake. “I accept your terms.”
Bax shook it. Then he turned to the room as a whole, and, oh yeah, Courtney knew where this was going.
“Who knew about Irina?” Bax asked, and he seemed to war with how to approach the topic. “Because that’s the part I want to discuss.”
“A damn talented actress. You gotta give her that,” Knox said, not helping the situation one bit. “Unless she gets too drunk on martinis. Then she’s”—he whispered the next part—“not that good.”
“I don’t know whether to be pissed. To be worried.” Bax looked at Courtney. “Or to be proud.”
“Go with the last one,” Linx suggested. “It’s the easiest on Courtney.”
Also, it didn’t require wearing a paper pirate hat, which Courtney seriously appreciated.
“Courtney, why don’t you go walk in your room far away from… everyone?” Becca used a tone she probably only used when she was in a therapy session because Courtney hadn’t ever heard her pull it out before.
Also, she didn’t feel an incredible need to argue with her when she used that tone. Even if she put on a pirate hat.
“Go with proud, Bax,” Courtney said as she sauntered toward their room. “Go with proud.”
Then Bax was behind her, his hand at her back, as they headed back to their room to meet their little girl.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bax
“You’re doing great,”Bax whispered, keeping his eyes on Courtney’s, helping her breathe.
The epidural had kicked in, and she was handling everything way better than him. He was a sweaty mess of soon-to-be dad.
“Make sure it’s not Dr. Pepper,” Courtney said, in between deep breaths.
