Winter carried Leo close to his chest as he and Sam made their way through the base, the dim lighting doing little to ease the tight coil of anxiety in his stomach. The baby was tucked securely in his arms, his tiny head resting against Winter's shoulder, breathing softly.
Winter wasn't about to leave him alone—not when there could be people looking to take them away from him.
His legs moved fast, each step fueled by the storm of thoughts whirling in his head. Why the fuck was all of this happening now? Did it have something to do with the stunt they pulled?
No, it was too fast.
Surely they wouldn't...
The hospital was ahead, just past a set of blocks, but the closer they got, the harder his chest squeezed.
"Winter, slow down," Sam muttered beside him, but Winter barely acknowledged him.
His steps were even, purposeful, but Sam could see it—the way his grip on the child tightened ever so slightly, the way his breathing deepened like he was bracing himself.
