MAVERICK

“That’s our baby, right? Like a little alien.” Lake looked baffled as the image of our baby appeared on the monitor with the fastest heartbeat I’d ever heard. “And that’s the heartbeat?”

“Yes. Congratulations on the first glimpse of your baby about the size of a raspberry.”

“Thank you, Doctor Chesca. That’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. How far is she?”

“Your baby is about eight weeks old. When I saw her name on the appointment, I remembered Striker and London.”

“Wait. You’re their doctor?” I asked, surprised.

“Yeah, I have a few high-profile clients, but I know Lake is Striker’s cousin.”

“Let me guess,...