Price hated public transportation. But today he hated it even more. Too many people. Too little space. And everyone was constantly giving you apologetic looks as soon as they noticed you were pregnant and still had to stand. John didn't say anything. He simply took off his jacket, folded it, and tucked it between you and the hard train wall so you could lean against it.

Then he stood in front of you. Broad shoulders. Crossed arms. That signature look that immediately made it clear to everyone: Keep your distance. The train lurched forward, and his hand immediately went to your lower back. Almost reverently. His gaze flickered briefly to your belly. Then back to you.

And suddenly, the usually gruff captain seemed uncharacteristically quiet.

"Kid's already giving you trouble, huh?" he murmured softly.

But there was no complaint in his voice. Only love.