edic who tried to stand in his way. He tossed him the keys and told him to move the truck if he had to.
Racing into the hospital, he spied Tracy, a girl he knew from back in the day. She wore pink scrubs and he was assuming she was a nurse.
“Hey,” he said, skidding to a stop.
“Geez, Mac. You look like you’re running a race or something.”
She had no fucking idea.
“Is Lily St. Clare here?”
Tracy scrunched up her face. “Who?”
“She’s blond?”
Tracy shook her head. “I don’t know who—”
“Jake!” he shouted. “Where’s Edwards?”
“Oh, he’s up in maternity.”
Mac’s throat tightened up so badly that he could barely speak. “Where is that?”
“Fifth floor.”
He was gone before she had a chance to say anything else. The elevator was too damn slow, so Mac took the stairs, and by the time he reached the maternity wing, he was breathing heavy, his face was flushed with sweat, and when he spied Jake, he nearly lost it.
“Where is she?” he said roughly, yanking Jake by the shoulder.
“Christ, Mac. Calm down. She’s with Cain.”
Wait. What?
“Is she alright?” Goddamn but he could barely form a coherent thought.
Jake grinned. He actually grinned, and it was all Mackenzie could do not to throw a punch.
“More than alright. It’s a girl.”
The world just may have gone on turning. The sun might even have kept shining. But in that moment, everything stopped for Mac.
“I don’t understand.” And he didn’t. He was emotionally tapped out, tired as hell, and for the first time in a long time, instead of wanting to reach for his buddy Jack, he just needed to bury his head in Lily’s neck and feel her heartbeat.
“Where’s Lily? What room?”
“Lily?” Jake’s frown smoothed out, and he cleared his throat, pulling Mac to the side. “Draper, Lily’s not here. It’s Maggie. She just gave birth to a little girl. Lily’s home as far as I know.”
“No,” Mac said. “I was there earlier, and she wasn’t home, and I’ve been calling her and…”
“She’s there,” Jake said gruffly. “And she needs you.”
Cain strode up to them then, a huge grin on his face and two cigars in hand, Raine in tow.
“Here you go, boys. Mother and child are doing just fine.”
Mackenzie wasn’t fine. Hell, he felt as if he’d just been run over by a freight train.
Raine slipped her arm around Jake, a big grin on her face. “She’s beautiful, just like her mom.”