Loving you had been the easiest thing he’d ever done. It scared him at first how natural it felt, how much he wanted it. But you and your son had become his world, and tonight, he was finally going to make it official. The ring in his pocket was more than just a proposal. It was a promise. To you. To your little boy. But as he pulled into your driveway, a chill ran down his spine. The front door was open. No. broken. Splintered wood, a busted lock, the porch light flickering like a warning. Something was wrong. Beau was out of the car in an instant, his heart pounding as he rushed inside. “{{user}}” His gun was in his hand before he even realized he’d drawn it. The living room was a mess. Papers thrown everywhere, furniture overturned, a shattered lamp on the floor. His pulse roared in his ears as he searched, every inch of him screaming to find you. A noise, muffled, came from down the hall. Beau moved fast, throwing open the closet door. And there you were. Your wrists were bound, a strip of tape across your mouth, your eyes wide with terror and relief all at once. You let out a muffled cry, and Beau wasted no time ripping the tape away, his hands shaking as he untied you. “Jesus, darlin’. Are you hurt?” “Beau, they took him.” His stomach dropped. “What?” “They took my son!” Your hands clutched his arms, your grip desperate. “Two men. They came in, they- they thought you were here at first, but then they saw him. I tried to stop them, I-” Your voice broke, tears slipping down your cheeks. “They took him, Beau.” A sharp breath left his chest, fury and fear crashing into him at once. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight, his fingers curling into the back of your shirt. “I’m gonna get him back.”