Nathan Unveils His Love After Divorce

Emma's small hand burned in mine as I raced through the automatic doors of Seattle Children's Hospital, my heart hammering against my ribs. Her normally rosy cheeks were flushed an angry red, her eyes glassy with fever. The waiting room lights seemed too harsh, too bright, as I clutched my daughter against my chest.

"My daughter's temperature is 104," I told the triage nurse, my voice cracking. "It just keeps climbing and she's becoming lethargic."

The nurse's efficient nod was reassuring as she placed a cool hand on Emma's forehead. "Let's get her checked right away, mom."

As they took Emma's vitals, I fumbled with my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialed Ryan's number for the third time. The first two calls had gone straight to voicemail. This time, he picked up on the fourth ring.

"Claire? What is it?" His voice sounded distant, annoyed at the interruption.

"Ryan, I'm at Children's with Emma." I struggled to keep my voice steady. "Her fever spiked to 104. The doctor thinks it might be pneumonia. They're taking her back now. I need you here."

The background noise on his end—announcements echoing through a cavernous space, the rumble of luggage carts—told me exactly where he was before he even spoke.

"I'm at Sea-Tac," he said, confirming my suspicion. "Amanda's flight just landed. I can't just leave her."

Something cold and hard settled in my stomach. "Your daughter is in the emergency room, Ryan."

"You're overreacting, Claire. Kids get fevers all the time." His voice lowered, as if he was turning away from someone. "Amanda's going through a really rough time right now. She needs me."

The nurse motioned for me to follow as they wheeled Emma toward an examination room. "The doctor needs me," I said, not bothering to hide the tremble in my voice. "Our daughter needs you, but I guess Amanda comes first. Again."

"That's not fair—" Ryan started, but I ended the call, shoving my phone into my pocket as I hurried after my daughter.

In the small curtained area, a pediatric resident listened to Emma's lungs while I hovered nearby, feeling utterly alone. My little girl's eyes found mine, scared and confused, and I forced a smile I didn't feel.

"Mommy's right here, sweetie," I whispered, reaching for her hand. "Everything's going to be okay."

I was so focused on Emma that I didn't notice the tall figure in the doorway until he spoke.

"Claire?"

I looked up to find Nathan Brooks standing there, his familiar face creased with concern. In his tailored suit, he looked out of place among the pediatric medical equipment, but his presence was suddenly the most comforting thing in the room.

"Nathan," I breathed, unexpected relief washing through me. "What are you doing here?"

"Board meeting for the hospital foundation," he explained, stepping closer. His eyes moved to Emma, softening immediately. "Hey there, little one. Not feeling so great, huh?"

Emma managed a weak smile, always charmed by Uncle Nathan, as she called